Buzzy shrugged. “I can’t figure out what women can do. Hey, Tommy, give us the key to the gym locker, will you? We got a ball game, today.”
Tommy tossed him the key. “I’ll meet you guys out on the field,” he said. “I want to wait for Jack.”
Billy and Buzzy vaulted the porch railing and raced down the driveway. Tommy put his hands in his pockets and sat down on the swing. He whistled as he swung himself back and forth.
Pretty soon the Craigs’ car turned in the drive, and Tommy jumped up. Waving, he dashed down the steps and waited till Mrs. Craig had pulled the car up in front of the house.
Jack opened the door and was about to jump out when Mrs. Craig restrained him.
“Just a minute, Jack,” she said. “You mustn’t be so active!”
“Aw, Mom!” Jack protested, but he waited till she came around to help him out. Tommy supported him on the other side.
“I’m well, Tommy!” he cried. “I can get up ’n’ everything!”
Mrs. Craig laughed. “Easy, son,” she advised. “Dr. Loring said you were just to get up for a little while each day.”
Jack shrugged. “Aw, gee,” he complained. “Do I have to go back to bed now?”