Somehow Billie felt just a bit savage at the moment.
"I've brought you some sacred water from Fujiyama, Nancy," she said presently, in order to hide her hurt feelings.
"Oh, thanks. What am I to do with it? Drink it down?"
"Oh, no. Anoint yourself with it. Sprinkle it over the top of your head for luck."
"Better put on your mackintosh first, Nancy," broke in Elinor coldly.
"You'll be wetter than Billie if you don't."
Nancy's face flushed scarlet and she turned and walked into the house without a word.
"Oh, Elinor, I wish you hadn't said that," said Billie. "See how you hurt her."
"She needed to be hurt," replied Elinor. "She needs to be brought to her senses."
All the world was topsy turvy. The Motor Maids were quarreling among themselves and there was mystery in the air. Their happy little kingdom was being destroyed by internecine wars, and for what reason, Billie could not understand. It was inevitable that Mary and Elinor would come over to her side, now, that is, if Nancy persisted in this strange behavior.
That night, lying beside Nancy in the dark, Billie's hand crept out to meet her unhappy friend's. But Nancy's hands were clasped in front of her and she lay quite still, staring at the wall, the most miserable young person in all the universe.