At last, urged on by the boys, Bob made public his idea.
"Why, I was just thinking--" he said slowly. "I was just thinking
how awfully slow things must be for the poor shut-ins--"
"What?" demanded Herb curiously.
Bob frowned. It bothered him to be interrupted, especially when it
was hard to express what he felt.
"Shut-ins," he repeated impatiently. "People who can't get out and
have fun like us fellows."
"Oh, you mean cripples like Joel Banks," said Herb with relief.
"Gee, did you just find that out?" murmured Jimmy, turning over on
his stomach and wondering if he really ought to have eaten that last
doughnut. "Some folks are awful stupid."
Herb showed a strong desire to avenge this insult, but Joe quelled
the threatened riot.
"Cut out the rough stuff, can't you, fellows?" he asked disgustedly.
"Give Bob a chance."
"Well," Bob continued during the temporary quiet that ensued, "I was
just thinking what a mighty fine thing it would be for these poor
folks who never have any fun if they could have a radio attachment
in their own houses so that no matter how crippled they were, they
could listen to a concert or the news, or any old thing they wanted
to, without going outside their houses."
"It sure would be fine," said Joe, a little puzzled as to what Bob
was driving at but loyally certain that, whatever the idea, his chum
was sure to be in the right.
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