“The other club members,” he retorted, followed by laughter and applause from the surrounding tables. Isabelle beamed in the spotlight.
“I like this better than Max’s club,” she said, to the amusement of the next table.
“Take us on, Wally, will you?” called one of them, and at his invitation they all moved over.
“She doesn’t look like her pretty mother, Wally,” said one of them after they were presented.
“No, poor kid, she looks like me,” laughed Wally.
“I look like Wally, but I’m smart!” she said, and beamed again at their uproar of mirth.
She left, later, amidst reiterated invitations to come again. One man tried to kiss her, but she promptly blocked that.
“I don’t like kissing,” she said.
Wally inspected her on the way to the station. Her eyes were bright, her colour was high. She certainly had been a success at the club. There was something about the little beggar——