“Then what is wrong, Hanny?”
“I cry because I am sad. My uncle told me today that I may have to go back to my homeland.”
“But why?” demanded Jane. “I don’t get it.”
“My uncle is heavily in debt,” sighed Hanny. “He owes much money for this farm and all the what-you-call improvements on it. Now the bank men have told him he must pay.”
“Oh, don’t you worry,” Vevi assured her carelessly. “Everything will turn out all right.”
“Not unless my uncle makes money fast,” Hanny insisted. “If tulip bulbs only sold for five thousand dollars apiece it would be easy.”
“Who ever heard of a bulb selling for that price!” scoffed Jane.
“Oh, but they did at one time,” Hanny said. “During the tulip-o-mania bulbs sold for great sums.”
“What is a tulip-o-mania?” curiously inquired Sunny.
“I know!” cried Connie before Hanny could answer. “It was a period in Dutch history when the people went crazy over tulips.”