"Goodness, you'll make me cry again after I've just powdered my nose,"
cried Grace in alarm, and the foolishness of it made them all laugh.
"You're a goose, Gracie," Mollie commented. "But I love you, just the
same. Now," she added, "who's going to take the wheel while I do my duty
with the powder puff? I need both hands you know--"
"Heavens, don't let Amy do it," cried Grace, in still greater alarm. "She
doesn't know a thing about it. Mollie, what are you doing?"
"You put the powder on then," Mollie suggested, and Amy reached for the
vanity case. "If you can't drive you can at least do that much. Amy!
you're getting it in my eyes. Do be careful!"
"Mollie Billette, if you dare use that word again," cried Amy, her eyes
twinkling, "I'll blind you with powder--just for spite!"
The girls chuckled, and Mollie, figuratively speaking, threw up her hands.
"Oh, all right," she said, meekly yielding up her nose to treatment. "I
surrender. Only, Amy, do be--"
Amy raised the puff threateningly, and the badgered one continued hastily:
"I was only going to say--do be a nice little girl."
"As if I were not always that!" retorted Amy, dabbing so liberally at the
unfortunate member that Mollie sneezed, bumped over a rock in the road
and nearly dashed the car against that long-threatening tree.
"Oh, goodness! I was sure we'd never come out of this alive," cried Grace
miserably. "Isn't it enough to have our hearts broken, without our necks
in the bargain?"
"Oh, might as well make a good job of it," returned Mollie cheerfully.
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