“They haven’t enough ingenuity,” replied Dan. “Perhaps, though, they’ll think up some scheme by next first of April.” He chuckled. “I’ll never forget the way that strip of white cloth looked in the moonlight up there that night. We planted it square in front of Knowles Hall. It’s a wonder someone didn’t see us.”
“What was it you put on the sign? I’ve forgotten.”
“Alf Loring got that up, I think. It was: ‘Father, is this a school?’ ‘No, my son, it is Broadwood.’ ‘O you April Fools!’”
“That was a hot one,” laughed Ned. “I guess that sunk in! I’ll bet they were snorting mad.”
“They were. And poor Gerald had to go on probation for a dickens of a time. So did Thompson, later. I had to explain things to Gerald’s father, which wasn’t much fun.”
“What sort is the old man?” Ned asked.
“He’s a dandy. And he isn’t really old. You’ve seen him, haven’t you?”
“Once when he came up to the school and spoke to us in the hall. I didn’t remember him very well.”
“He got home Friday. Gerald wanted me to go to dinner at Sound View to-day, but I begged off. There’s a kid who has improved since he came to Yardley. You don’t remember him two years ago, do you?”