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Fern hollow begging the indulgence of those who have read the earlier volume of this series is a deep, richly vegetated ravine or gully forming one of a series of scenic convolutions of the surface of the earth which gave the neighboring town of Fairberry a wide reputation as a place of beauty.
Hutchins who assumed the obligation of his care and custody. Mrs. Hutchins remained with the girls a week at their camp at Stony Point, and then all returned to Fairberry, where the tents were pitched again in the broad and scenic ravine known as Fern Hollow.
If he had been of less indolent character this unscrupulous attorney might have made a brilliant success as a criminal lawyer in a metropolis. The fact that he was content with the limitations of a practice in a city of 3,500 inhabitants, Fairberry, his home town, was of itself indicative of his indolence.
Hutchins had engaged two men who struck the tents and packed these and all the other camp paraphernalia and expressed the entire outfit to Twin Lakes station. On the morning before us, Mrs. Hutchins accompanied the fourteen girls to the train at the Fairberry depot and bade them good-bye and wished them success in their enterprise.
At 9 o'clock in the morning two days later, a train of three coaches, two sleepers and a parlor car, pulled out of Fairberry northwest bound. It was a clear midsummer day, not oppressively warm. The atmosphere had been freshened by a generous shower of rain a few hours before sunup. In the parlor car near one end sat a group of thirteen girls and one young woman.
"Not to be in the least obscure, I am from the pretty, quiet and somewhat sequestered city of Fairberry. You know the place, I believe." "I've never been there and hope I shall never have occasion to go to your diminutive metropolis," she returned rather savagely. "No?" the visitor commented with a rising inflection for rhetorical effect. "By the way, may I come in?" "Certainly," Mrs.
Early next day, Miss Ladd, Katherine, and Hazel went by boat to Twin Lakes and appeared before a magistrate and swore out a warrant for the arrest of Mrs. Graham on a charge of cruel and inhuman treatment of a child in her custody. Before leaving Fairberry she had been given authority to take this move if in her judgment such emergency action were advisable.
Pierce Langford should return to Fairberry in the next week or two, she might have somebody examine his head for a bump." "A phrenological bump?" inquired Harriet, the "walking dictionary." There was a general laugh. "Not a phrenological bump," Helen answered.
The girls were within 100 feet of the machine as it turned in on the Graham drive and found that they had all they could do to preserve a calm and unperturbed demeanor as they met the keen searching gaze of the squint eyes of Pierce Langford, the lawyer from Fairberry.
Presently Miss Ladd pointed with her finger the following registration: "Pierce Langford, Fairberry, Room 36." Miss Ladd and Katherine occupied Room 35. "Anything you wish, ladies?" asked the proprietor, who stood behind the desk. "Yes," Miss Ladd answered. "We want another room." "I'll have to give you single rooms, if that one is not satisfactory," was the reply.
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