"The honorable old maid," repeated poor Onoye, with her precise accent,
smiling innocently.

There was a perfect shout of laughter. Only Yoritomo's face remained
impassive, but who could tell what angry thoughts were hidden behind that
mask-like face? Billie tried to explain how the mistake had occurred, and
Onoye rushed from the room in an agony of embarrassment and shame.

"Don't scold her, Cousin. She thought she had learned a new English
word," Billie besought Miss Campbell.

"Scold her? I should think not. I don't mind being called an 'honorable
old maid,' I am sure. But who is this caller, I wonder?" she added, in
a lower voice.

Mr. Campbell examined the card with some curiosity. "Mme. Marie
Fontaine," it read. Miss Campbell hastened into the drawing-room, and
Nancy, peeping through the doors a few minutes later, was surprised to
find that Mme. Fontame was her recent companion in the garden.

The visit was very brief, and Miss Campbell presently returned looking
somewhat amused and a little annoyed.

"Mme. Fontaine wished to know if she might have an interview with the
Motor Maids on the subject of their motor trip across the American
continent and through the British Isles."

"And what did you tell her?" demanded the four girls in one voice, it
must be confessed somewhat eagerly.