She almost laughed when she saw Timmy wearing a rudely cut-down suit which had apparently belonged to Dr. Benson. “You aren’t going anywhere like that,” she said to the doctor, looking at the boy.
“Nope, we’re going shopping before we go out to Mercyville.”
“The two of you? Let me come along. I’m a good shopper!” she pleaded.
Dr. Benson turned to Timmy. “Okay?”
Timmy shrugged his shoulders.
“We could use a woman’s help,” Dr. Benson said. “Sure, come along.”
Eileen grinned. “Give me five minutes to get into my street clothes.” And she ran towards the stairs.
Timmy fidgeted. “Dames! Why do they always wanta butt in?”
Just then, Tommy came in the front door and waved to them. “I’m glad I didn’t miss you,” he cried. “I want to tag along, if I can. If I can get a ride out to Mercyville, I can talk to their baseball captain about the game.”
“Sure thing, Tom,” Dr. Benson said.