The Secret Island

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Authors: Enid Blyton
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potatoes boiling. “I think I’ll have to row to land occasionally and get more food. I can get it from Granddad’s farm. There are plenty of potatoes there, and I can always get the eggs from the henhouse. Some of the hens are mine - and there’s a cow that’s really mine too, for Granddad gave her to me when she was a calf!”
    “I wish we had hens and a cow here!” said Peggy. “We should have lots of milk then and plenty of eggs!”
    “How would we get hens and a cow here?” said Mike, laughing. “I think Jack’s idea of rowing across to land sometimes is a good one. He can go at night. He knows the way, and could get back before day breaks.”
    “It’s dangerous, though,” said Peggy. “Suppose he were caught? We couldn’t do without Jack!”
    The children ate their dinner hungrily. They thought that eggs and potatoes had never tasted so nice before. The sun shone down hotly. It was simply perfect weather. Nora lay down when she had finished her meal and closed her eyes. She felt lazy and sleepy.
    Jack poked her with his foot. “You’re not to go to sleep, Nora,” he said. “We must get on with our house, now we’ve started. You two girls clear up as usual, and Mike and I will get back to the house. We’ll start on the walls this afternoon.”
    “But I’m sleepy,” said Nora. She was rather a lazy little girl, and she thought it would be lovely to have a nap whilst the others got on with the work. But Jack was not the one to let anyone slack. He jerked Nora to her feet and gave her a push.
    “Go on, lazy-bones,” he said. “I’m captain here. Do as you’re told.”
    “I didn’t know you were captain,” said Nora, rather sulkily.
    “Well, you know now,” said Jack. “What do the others say about it?”
    “Yes, you’re captain, Jack,” said Mike and Peggy together. “Ay, ay, sir!”
    Nobody said any more. Nora and Peggy washed up in the lake and cleared the things away neatly. They put some more wood on the fire to keep it burning, because Jack said it was silly to keep on lighting it.
    Then they ran off to join the boys in the willow thicket.
    Jack had been busy. He had chopped down some willow saplings - young willow-trees - with his axe, and had cut off the longer branches.
    “We’ll use these to drive into the ground for walls,” said Jack. “Where’s that old spade, Mike? Did you bring it as I said?”
    “Yes, here it is,” said Mike. “Shall I dig holes to drive the sapling trunks into?”
    “Yes,” said Jack. “Dig them fairly deep.”
    So Mike dug hard in the hot sun, making holes for Jack to ram the willow wood into. The girls stripped the leaves off the chopped-down trees, and with Jack’s knife cut off the smaller twigs. They trimmed up the bigger branches nicely.
    Everyone worked hard until the sun began to go down. The house was not yet built - it would take some days to do that - but at any rate there was a fine roof, and part of the wall was up. The children could quite well see how the house would look when it was done - and certainly it would be big, and very strong. They felt proud of themselves.
    “We’ll do no more to-day,” said Jack. “We are all tired. I’ll go and see if there are any fish on my line.”
    But, alas! there were no fish that night!
    “There’s some bread left and a packet of currants,” said Peggy. “And some lettuces and margarine. Shall we have those?”
    “This food question is going to be a difficult one,” said Jack thoughtfully. “We’ve plenty of water - we shall soon have a house - but we must have food or we shall starve. I shall catch rabbits, I think.”
    “Oh, no, Jack, don’t do that,” said Nora. “I do like rabbits so much.”
    “So do I, Nora,” said Jack. “But if rabbits were not caught, the land would soon be overrun with them, you know. You have often had rabbit-pie, haven’t you? And I guess you liked it, too!”
    “Yes, I did,” said Nora. “Well, if you are sure you can catch them so that they are not hurt or in pain, Jack, I suppose you’ll have to.”
    “You leave it to me,”

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