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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Table of Contents
The Secret Island
Chapter I - The Beginning of the Adventures
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
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