Dr. Benson smiled. “Well, it won’t be so much. I’m only an intern, so we can’t afford a regular trousseau—”
“Whazzat?” Timmy demanded.
The doctor laughed. “Never mind. We have everything now?”
“Yeah, but Doc, this place you’re takin’ me. What gives out there?”
“Oh, it’s just a place where a lot of boys live together. They run the whole town, themselves, and they raise their own food—have their own cows—”
“Cows? What fer?”
Dr. Benson stared at the boy. “For milk, of course! And they all live and play and go to school together....”
Timmy recoiled at the mention of school. “That’s not fer me,” he said. “I hate school!”
Dr. Benson tousled his hair. “Well, never mind about school now. It’s vacation time. You’ll have a lot of baseball and swimming and ...” he stopped as he saw the blank look on the boy’s face. He felt a lump in his throat as he realized that Timmy had never seen a game of baseball or been near a place to swim. “You’ll like it,” he added. “Come on, now. Let’s go.”
Eileen Gordon was in the lobby when they came down. Dr. Barsch had made a final examination of the boy and had signed his release, and she had the papers waiting for them.