“Get out!” the boy ordered. “Get, and leave me be!”
Jean shook her head and smiled. “Tell me your name, will you? I’m Miss Craig. Now, who are you?”
The boy looked up at her, his dark eyes flashing. “None of your business!” he snarled. “Who was that old nosey what brought me in?”
Jean bent over the child. “You’re a very sick boy,” she said. “Mr. Berger found you down at the station. He saved your life.”
“Thanks for nuttin’,” he said. “I gotta get outta here. I gotta get to Boston.”
“When you are well, you can go to Boston. Is that where you live? Your parents’ home?”
“Naw, I gotta pal in Boston.”
“Where’s your home?” Jean asked.
Ted came in and sat down beside the child. “Good morning,” he said briskly.