Jerry and Chet hastened home, wondering a little what would be said to them. But their people were so relieved at seeing them again that they forbore to lecture the lads, and, all in all, they came through the ordeal better than they had expected.
"Back to school to-morrow!" grumbled Joe, at supper that night.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" said Mrs. Hardy.
"Tell us what?"
"There won't be any school to-morrow."
"What?" shouted the boys incredulously.
"You should say, 'I beg your pardon?'" corrected Aunt Gertrude acidly.
Mrs. Hardy smiled.
"I thought you'd be surprised," she said. "And I suppose you'll be almost heartbroken. No, there's to be no school to-morrow. Last night's blizzard was one of the worst in the history of Bayport. The wind was so strong that it wrecked the high school roof."
Joe gave a whoop of delight and danced around his chair.