Many of the miners are good fellows,
but they get mistaken ideas in their heads and it's impossible for
anybody whom they once put under suspicion to convince them that they
are in the wrong."
"Do you know, girls," interposed Violet Munday enthusiastically; "I
believe we are going to get a lot out of this vacation experience,
whatever happens. I'm interested in what Marion tells us about the
miners. Let's make a study of coal mining, hold up everybody we can
for information and watch our chance to help the poor families and
their sick children whenever we can without doing anything foolhardy."
"That's a good idea," said Miss Ladd. "We'll keep that in mind and if
Marion's father's advice is favorable, we'll take it up."
The train arrived at Hollyhill shortly after 2 p.m. Mr. Stanlock's
touring car and two taxicabs were waiting at the station to convey the
girls to Marion's home. The run to the spacious, half-rustic Stanlock
residence at the northeast edge of the city occupied about fifteen
minutes, and was without notable incident.
The cars passed through a massive iron gateway, up a winding
gravel-bedded drive, and stopped near a white pillared pergola
connected with the large colonial house by a vine-covered walk running
up to a porticoed side entrance.
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