The Motor Maid

								


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THE MOTOR MAID

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      BOOKS BY C. N. AND A. M. WILLIAMSON



        LORD LOVELAND DISCOVERS AMERICA

        SET IN SILVER

        THE LIGHTNING CONDUCTOR

        THE PRINCESS PASSES

        MY FRIEND THE CHAUFFEUR

        LADY BETTY ACROSS THE WATER

        ROSEMARY IN SEARCH OF A FATHER

        THE PRINCESS VIRGINIA

        THE CAR OF DESTINY

        THE CHAPERON

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THE MOTOR MAID
by
C. N. AND A. M. WILLIAMSON
Authors of "Lord Loveland Discovers America,"
"My Friend the Chauffeur," "The Princess Virginia," etc.
With Four Illustrations in Color
by F. M. Du Mond and F. Lowenheim

A. L. Burt Company
Publishers                New York
All rights reserved, including that of translation
into foreign languages, including the scandinavian
Copyright, 1910, By Doubleday, Page & Company
Published, August, 1910
The Country Life Press, Garden City, N.Y.

                      To The Three Gertrudes

ILLUSTRATIONS
"We raced along a clear road, the Etang shimmering
blue before us"                                  Frontispiece



                                                     facing page
"While I wrestled ... with a bodice as snug as
the head of a drum, the lord of all it contained
appeared in the doorway"                                    48
"It took half an hour to dig the car out, and push
her up from the hollow where the snow lay thickest"        272
"Jack's hand, inside Mr. Stokes's beautiful, tall
collar, shook Bertie back and forth till his teeth
chattered like castanets"                                  328

CHAPTER I

One hears of people whose hair turned white in a single night. Last
night I thought mine was turning. I had a creepy feeling in the roots,
which seemed to crawl all the way down inside each separate hair,
wriggling as it went. I suppose you couldn't have nervous prostration of
the hair? I worried dreadfully, it kept on so long; and my hair is so
fair it would be almost a temptation for it, in an emergency, to take
the one short step from gold to silver. I didn't dare switch on the
light in the wagon-lit and peep at my pocket-book mirror (which
reflects one's features in sections of a square inch, giving the survey
of one's whole face quite a panorama effect) for fear I might wake up
the Bull Dog.
I've spelt him with capitals, after mature deliberation, because it