Mother and Father never gave me the slightest inkling last year that money wasn't plentiful in the Dean family.

Dear, unselfish things! They wanted my college life to end in a blaze of glory.

You see, Father had put most of his little capital into a real estate boom that didn't boom, and it left him with a lot of vacant lots on his hands that no one, not even himself, wanted.

A trolley line was to pass through the section he owned and it changed its mind, or rather the directors changed theirs, and straggled off in another direction.
So, unless it straggles back again and Father gets rid of his incubus, which isn't at all likely, the eldest daughter of the noble house of Dean will have to hustle indefinitely for her board and keep.
"To go back a little, as soon as I noticed how worried Father looked, and after I surprised Mother crying one day, I made them tell me all about it.

I wrote straight to Professor Morton.