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secret?” Hannah asked.
    â€œThe Secret Cookie Club,” said Lucy.
    Grace slapped her head. “Lucy!”
    Hannah couldn’t help laughing. “To be honest, you guys, I kind of knew already. I mean, I was there when you planned it.”
    â€œYou were asleep,” Grace said.
    â€œNot totally,” said Hannah. “Did you really send each other cookies all year?”
    â€œLetters and homemade cookies that we made from your grandfather’s recipes, Hannah, the ones you gave us the last day of camp,” Emma said. “And you know what? Flour power works!”
    Flour power was Hannah’s grandfather’s idea that homemade baked goods could fix most problems.
    Emma looked around at Lucy, Olivia, and Grace. “I think I know what we should put on the Flowerpot Cabin flag to take to the campfire tonight,” she said.
    â€œA flowerpot?” Lucy said.
    â€œNo, not a flowerpot,” Grace said. “Cookies!”
    â€œ Duh,” said Olivia.
    â€œOh, I see,” said Lucy. “Can I draw it? I like to draw, and I won a ribbon for art this year.”
    â€œHa!” said Olivia. “I knew it! You are getting stuck-up.”
    â€œGive her a break, O. What she’s saying is obvious,” said Emma. “Look at our drawings and look at hers.”
    Emma was right. Each triplet’s distinct personality came out in Lucy’s drawings, and the soccer ball looked ready to bounce off the page.
    Without her phone, Hannah was wearing a plain, old-fashioned watch. Now she checked it and said, “Almost dinnertime, girls. We have to get a move on.”
    â€œNo wonder I’m starving!” said Olivia. “Hurry up and draw our cookie flag, Lucy. Then we can go eat.”

CHAPTER SIX

    Vivek was not at dinner.
    But a tall girl with terrific posture was. She had shoulder-length, straight black hair and perfectly arched eyebrows in a round face with a strong, determined chin. Her clothes were obviously expensive.
    She was Brianna Silverbug.
    Of the Flowerpot girls, Olivia noticed her first and immediately narrowed her eyes. Before Olivia couldsay anything, Hannah did: “You guys, let’s go meet the Purple Sage girls. You’re the same age group, and our cabins are on the same walkway. You ought to get to know each other.”
    Besides Brianna, the Purple Sage campers were Kate, Maria, and Haley. Jane, the Purple Sage counselor, knew everyone in Flowerpot from the summer before, and while they were all in line at the salad bar she made introductions. The smiles, hellos, and where’re-you-froms were shy but friendly, Hannah thought, except between Brianna and Olivia. Those two barely spoke.
    Later, when it was time to go up to the campfire, Hannah and Jane walked together. “What is up between my Olivia and your Brianna, anyway?” Hannah asked in a low voice. “Do you know?”
    Jane looked around to make sure none of the campers was listening. “I don’t. But something must’ve happened last year. I expected hissing and snarling any second.”
    â€œI barely know Brianna. What’s she like?” Hannah said.
    â€œShe’s great. Smart, funny, works hard. Supercompetent on a horse too,” Jane said. “She’s one of the ones who gets to bring her own to camp. Maybe she’s a little, uh . . . inflexible? She gets an idea in her head and it’s hard to talk her out of it.”
    Hannah nodded. “That last part sounds like Olivia, so that could be the problem. They’re a little too similar.”
    â€œMaybe,” Jane said. “Anyway, we super mature counselors better monitor the situation if we don’t want all-out war. Oh, and did I mention another good thing about Brianna? She brought us a Dandy Dust Mop.”
    â€œSeriously?” Hannah recalled seeing Brianna’s mom on TV. “The only mop with patented dandy dust