This was a nice little story, published in 1948, about a girl living in a castle in England. Her family is very poor, due to her father's refusal to work. That's my interpretation, anyways. Her father is a writer, and claims writer's block for ages, doing nothing but sitting around and reading detective novels while the rest of his family scrapes life together. The family is definitely of the educated variety, and manual labor to earn money doesn't occur to most of them, most of the time. The older sister eventually secures a wealthy suitor, which turns the family's fortunes around. The younger sister (the book's narrator) eventually falls for the same man, which never rang fully true for me. Maybe it's because I didn't have strong feelings for his character, but as much as she went on and on about how much she loved him, I couldn't really feel it. Still, the narrator (Cassandra) was charming, and I would have gladly read more in her voice.