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‘Easter holidays at last!’ said Peter. ‘I thought they were never coming. Didn’t you, Janet?’

‘Yes. It was a frightfully long term,’ said Janet. ‘We’ve broken up now though, thank goodness. Don’t you love the first day of the hols, Peter?’

‘Rather! I get a lovely free sort of feeling,’ said Peter, ‘and the hols seem to stretch out in front of me for ages and ages. Let’s have some fun, Janet!’

‘Yes, let’s! April’s a lovely month—it’s warm, and sunny too, and Mummy will let us off on picnics any day we like,’ said Janet. ‘Scamper, do you hear that? Picnics, I said—and that means rabbit-hunting for you, and long, long walks.’

‘Woof!’ said Scamper at once, his tail thumping on the floor, and his eyes bright.

‘You’re the best and finest golden spaniel in the whole world!’ said Janet, stroking his silky head. ‘And I do so love your long, droopy ears, Scamper. You like it when we have holidays, don’t you?’

‘Woof!’ said Scamper again, and thump-thump-thump went his tail.

‘I vote we have a meeting of the Secret Seven as soon as ever we can,’ said Peter. ‘To-morrow, if possible. Picnics and things are much more fun if we all go together.’

‘Yes. Let’s have a meeting,’ said Janet. ‘What with exams and one thing and another all the Secret Seven have forgotten about the Society. I haven’t thought a word about it for at least three weeks. Golly—what’s the password?’

‘Oh, Janet—you haven’t forgotten that surely?’ said Peter.

‘You tell me,’ said Janet, but Peter wouldn’t. ‘You don’t know it yourself!’ said Janet. ‘I bet you don’t!’

‘Don’t be silly,’ said Peter. ‘You’ll have to remember it by to-morrow, if we have a meeting! Where’s your badge? I expect you’ve lost that.’

‘I have not,’ said Janet. ‘But I bet some of the others will have lost theirs. Somebody always does when we don’t have a meeting for some time.’

‘Better write out short notes to the other five,’ said Peter. ‘And tell them to come along to-morrow. Got some note-paper, Janet?’

‘Yes, I have. But I don’t feel a bit like sitting down and writing the first day of the hols,’ said Janet. ‘You can jolly well help to write them.’

‘No. I’ll bike round to all the others and deliver the notes for you,’ said Peter.

‘Now it’s you who are silly,’ said Janet. ‘If you’re going to everyone’s house, why not tell them about the meeting. All this note-writing! You just tell them.’

‘All right. It just seems more official if we send out notes for a meeting that’s all,’ said Peter. ‘What time shall we have it?’

‘Oh—half past ten, I should think,’ said Janet. ‘And just warn Jack that he’s not to let his horrid sister Susie know, or she’ll come hanging at the door, shouting out some silly password at the top of her voice.’

‘Yes. I’ll tell him,’ said Peter. ‘The worst of it is, Susie is so jolly sharp—she always seems to smell out anything to do with the Secret Seven.’

‘She would be a better person to have in a club than out of it,’ said Janet. ‘But we’ll never, never let her into ours.’

‘Never,’ said Peter. ‘Anyway, we can’t be more than seven, or we wouldn’t be the Secret Seven.’

‘Woof!’ said Scamper.

‘He says he belongs, even if we’re seven and he makes the eighth!’ said Janet. ‘You’re just a hanger-on, Scamper, but we simply couldn’t do without you.’

‘Well—I’m going to get my bike,’ said Peter, getting up. ‘I’ll go round and tell all the others. See you later, Janet. Coming, Scamper?’

Off he went, and was soon bicycling to one house after another. He went to Colin first, who was delighted to hear the news.

‘Goodo!’ he said. ‘Half past ten? Right, I’ll be there. I say—whatever’s the password, Peter?’

‘You’ve got all day to think of it!’ said Peter, with a grin, and rode off to Jack’s. Jack was in the garden, mending a puncture in the back wheel of his bicycle. He was very pleased to see Peter.

‘Meeting of the Secret Seven to-morrow morning in the shed at the bottom of our garden,’ said Peter. ‘I hope you’ve got your badge, and that your awful sister Susie hasn’t found it and taken it.’

‘I’ve got it on,’ said Jack, with a grin. ‘And I wear it on my pyjamas at night, so it’s always safe. I say, Peter—what’s the password?’

‘I can tell you!’ said a voice from up a near-by tree. The boys looked up to see Susie’s laughing face looking down at them.

‘You don’t know it!’ said Jack fiercely.

‘I do, I do!’ said the annoying Susie. ‘But I shan’t tell you, and you won’t be allowed in at the meeting. What a joke!’

Peter rode off to the rest of the Seven. That Susie! She really was the most aggravating girl in the whole world!