That young lady received her callers with a cultured grace and dignity that would have done honor to even one who had seen much more of the world. She was rather tall and a pronounced brunette. Her well poised head was in keeping with her graceful figure. One could not say she was strikingly beautiful, but there was something in her face as well as manner that made one forget to desire her different than the interesting person she was. Both vivacious and intelligent, she possessed the rare charm, in her conversation, of reflecting the mood of those about her. Addressing Vance, she said:
“Louise has written me so much about you that I have been quite impatient to form your acquaintance. I presume that papa is still working away on Gray Rocks?”
“Yes,” replied Vance, “he will soon reach the 300 foot level.”
"And the old story will be told again, I dare say,” said Virginia, laughing.
“Miss Virginia is not an enthusiast,” said Winthrop, “in regard to untold millions that have not yet been discovered in mining shafts.”
“My observations,” retorted Virginia, “have caused me to be less sentimental, if not more practical, than my good sister Louise.”
“I fear,” said Vance, “you do not share in your father’s belief in regard to the future of Gray Rocks?”