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       Enid Blyton

      The Secret Series - Complete Collection

      The Secret Island, The Secret of Spiggy Holes, The Secret Mountain, The Secret of Killimooin…

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       The Secret Island

       The Secret of Spiggy Holes

       The Secret Mountain

       The Secret of Killimooin

       The Secret of Moon Castle

       Table of Contents

       Chapter I - The Beginning of the Adventures

       Chapter II - An Exciting Day

       Chapter III - The Escape

       Chapter IV - The First Night on the Island

       Chapter V - The Building of the House

       Chapter VI - Willow House is Finished

       Chapter VII - The Cow Comes to the Island

       Chapter VIII - A Lazy Day - With a Horrid Ending

       Chapter IX - The Trippers Come to the Island

       Chapter X - A Stormy Night in Willow House

       Chapter XI - Nora Gets into Trouble

       Chapter XII - The Caves in the Hillside

       Chapter XIII - The Summer Goes By

       Chapter XIV - Jack Does Some Shopping

       Chapter XV - Jack Nearly Gets Caught

       Chapter XVI - The Great Hunt Begins

       Chapter XVII - The Island is Searched

       Chapter XVIII - The End of the Search

       Chapter XIX - Days in the Cave

       Chapter XX - Jack Has a Great Surprise

       Chapter XXI - The End of the Adventure

      Chapter I - The Beginning of the Adventures

       Table of Contents

      Mike, Peggy, and Nora were sitting in the fields, talking together. They were very unhappy. Nora was crying, and would not stop.

      As they sat there, they heard a low call. “Coo-ee!”

      “There’s Jack,” said Mike. “Dry your eyes, Nora. Jack will cheer you up!”

      A boy came running by the hedge and sat down by them. He had a face as brown as a berry and bright blue eyes that shone with mischief.

      “Hallo!” he said. “What’s up, Nora? Crying again?”

      “Yes,” said Nora, wiping her eyes. “Aunt Harriet slapped me six times this morning because I didn’t wash the curtains well enough. Look!”

      She showed him her arm, red with slaps.

      “It’s a shame!” said Jack.

      “If only our father and mother were here they wouldn’t let us live like this,” said Mike. “But somehow I don’t believe they’ll ever come back now.”

      “How long is it since they’ve been gone?” asked Jack.

      “It’s over two years now,” said Mike. “Dad built a fine new aeroplane, you know, and he set off to fly to Australia. Mother went with him, because she loves flying, too.

      They got nearly there - and then nothing more was heard of them!”

      “And I know Aunt Harriet and Uncle Henry think they will never come back again,” said Nora, beginning to cry once more, “or they would never treat us as they do.”

      “Don’t cry any more, Nora,” said Peggy. “Your eyes will get so red and horrid. I’ll do the washing instead of you next time.”

      Jack put his arm round Nora. He liked her the best of them all. She was the smallest, although she was Mike’s twin. She had a little face, and a head of black curls. Mike was exactly like her, but bigger. Peggy had yellow hair and was a year older. Nobody knew how old Jack was. He didn’t know himself. He lived with his grandfather on a tumble-down farm, and worked as hard as a man, although he wasn’t much bigger than Mike.

      He had made friends with the children as they wandered through the fields. He knew how to catch rabbits. He knew how to catch fish in the river. He knew where the best nuts and blackberries were to be found. In fact, he knew everything, the children thought, even the names of all the birds that flew about the hedges, and the difference between a grass snake and an adder, and things like that.

      Jack was always dressed in raggedy things, but the children didn’t mind. His feet were bare, and his legs were scratched with brambles. He never grumbled; he never whined. He made a joke of everything, and he had been a good friend to