 Why did the Lane family move to Wisconsin?
PEGGY FINDS THE THEATER I Dramatic Dialogue “Of course, this is no surprise to us,” Thomas Lane said to his daughter Peggy, who perched tensely on the edge of a kitchen stool. Mrs. Lane smiled gently and placed her soft white hand on her daughter’s lean brown one. The theater is full of beginners a year and even two years younger than I am, and girls of my age have lots of acting credits already. “None of them is as fascinating as acting to me,” Peggy replied, “and none of them is nearly as important to my life.” She paused and looked thoughtfully at her daughter’s intense expression, then took a deep breath before going on. We think you’re wonderful, but the theater is full of young girls whose parents thought they were the most talented things alive; girls who won all kinds of applause in high-school and college plays; girls who have everything except luck. You may be one of these girls, and if you are, we want you to be prepared for it. I don’t see how you could miss being the biggest success ever—but I’m your father, not a Broadway critic or a play producer, and I could be wrong. All I ask is that you finish college and get a teacher’s certificate so that you can always find useful work if you have to. If I have to, I’ll make a living at something else, maybe working in an office or something, while I wait for parts. 5 “It seems to me, Tom, that Margaret has a pretty good idea of what she’s doing,” Mrs. Lane said. If she were all starry-eyed and expected to see her name in lights in a few weeks, I’d vote against her going, but I’m beginning to think that maybe she’s right about this being the best time.” “Peg, your mother and I are cautious only because we love you so much and want what’s going to make you happy. Before I came out here to Rockport to edit the Eagle , I worked as a reporter on one of the best papers in New York. 6 Mrs. Lane patted Peggy’s arm and said, “We won’t keep you in suspense long, dear. Ever since she had been a little girl, the barn had been Peggy’s favorite place to go to be by herself and think. Its musty but clean scent of straw and horses and leather made her feel calm and alive.
 For Mr. Lane’s work
 For Mr. Lane’s work  To be near family and friends  For Mrs. Lane’s singing career  For Peggy’s school