Secret Seven Vol.02
– Secret Seven Adventure
– Enid Blyton


One.

A Secret Seven meeting.

THE Secret Seven Society was having its usual weekly meeting. Its meeting place was down
in the old shed at the bottom of the garden belonging to Peter and Janet. On the door
were the letters S.S. painted in green.
Peter and Janet were in the shed, waiting. Janet was squeezing lemons into a big jug,
making lemonade for the meeting. On a plate lay seven ginger biscuits and one big dog
biscuit.
That was for Scamper, their golden spaniel. He sat with his eyes on the plate, as if he
was afraid his biscuit might jump off and disappear!
“Here come the others,” said Peter, looking out of the window. “Yes—Colin—George—
Barbara—Pam and Jack. And you and I make the Seven.”
“Woof,” said Scamper, feeling left out.
“Sorry, Scamper,” said Peter. “But you're not a member—just a hanger-on—but a very
nice one!”
Bang! Somebody knocked at the door.
“Password, please,” called Peter. He never unlocked the door until the person outside
said the password.
“Rabbits!” said Colin, and Peter unlocked the door. “Rabbits!” said Jack, and “Rabbits,”
said the others in turn. That was the very latest password. The Secret Seven altered
the word every week, just in case anyone should get to hear of it.
Peter looked at everyone keenly as they came in and sat down. “Where's your badge,
Jack?” he asked.
Jack looked uncomfortable. “I'm awfully sorry,” he said, “but I think Susie's got it. I
hid it in my drawer, and it was gone when I looked for it this morning. Susie's an
awful pest when she likes.”
Susie was Jack's sister. She badly wanted
to belong to the Society, but as Jack kept patiently pointing out, as long as there
were Seven in the Secret Seven, there couldn't possibly be any more.
“Susie wants smacking,” said Peter. “You'll have to get back the badge somehow, Jack,
and then in future don't hide it in a drawer or anywhere, but pin it on to your pyjamas
at night and wear it. Then Susie can't get it.”
“Right,” said Jack. He looked round to see if everyone else was wearing a badge. Yes—
each member had a little round button with the letters S.S. neatly worked on it. He
felt very annoyed with Susie.
“Has anyone anything exciting to report?” asked Peter, handing round the seven
ginger biscuits. He tossed Scamper the big dog biscuit, and the spaniel caught it
deftly in his mouth. Soon everyone was crunching and munching.
Nobody had anything to report at all. Barbara looked at Peter.
“This is the fourth week we've had nothing to report, and nothing