"Was any one hurt when the boiler burst?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"No," Bert said. "It didn't exactly burst very hard, I guess."

But Mrs. Bobbsey wanted to know just what the trouble was, so she called
up the principal of the school on the telephone, and from him learned
that the heating boiler of the school had broken, not exactly burst, and
that it could no longer heat the rooms.

"It will probably be a month before we can get a new boiler, and until
then there will be no more school," he said. "The children will have
another vacation."

"A vacation so near Christmas," murmured Mrs. Bobbsey. "I wonder what I
can do with my twins?"

Just then the telephone rang, and Mrs. Bobbsey listened. It was Mr.
Bobbsey telephoning. He had heard of some accident at the school, and he
called up his house, from the lumberyard, to make sure his little fat
fairy and fireman, as well as Nan and Bert, were all right.

"Yes, they're home safe," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But there will be no
school for a month."

"Good!" exclaimed Daddy Bobbsey. "That will just suit me and the
children, too. I'll be home in a little while, and I have some wonderful
news for them!"

"Oh, I wonder what it can be!" exclaimed Nan, when her mother told her
what Daddy Bobbsey had said.