Well Done, Secret Seven

‘Where’s my badge? Where’s my badge?’ said Janet. ‘I know I put it into this drawer.’ And out of the drawer came handkerchiefs, socks, and ribbons, flying in the air.‘Janet!’ said Mummy, crossly. ‘Do look what you are doing—I only tidied that drawer this morning. What is it you want—your Secret Seven Badge?’‘Yes! There’s a meeting this morning, and I can’t go without my badge,’ said Janet. ‘Peter wouldn’t let me into the shed, I know he wouldn’t. He’s awfully strict about badges.’ And away went another shower of handkerchiefs into the air.‘Well, you certainly won’t find it in the drawer now,’ said Mummy, and she bent and picked up a little round badge with the letters S.S. worked neatly on it. ‘You have thrown it out of the drawer with your hankies, silly!’‘Oh give it to me, Mummy, give it to me!’ cried Janet. But Mummy wouldn’t.‘No. You pick up all those things first and tidy them in the drawer,’ she said.‘But the Secret Seven meet in five minutes!’ cried Janet. ‘Peter’s down in our shed already.’