SOCIAL INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF AN EAST END GIRL.
By LA PETITE.
PART IV.
CHAIRS!
It so chanced that I did not see Belinda Ann for some long time after the launch.
Illness and a trip to Switzerland came between us, and when I returned to England the Club had not yet resumed its winter meetings.
The moment it did so, however, I took an early opportunity of visiting it, and to my joy Belinda Ann arrived shortly after me.
I pounced on her at once and drew her into a secluded corner, where we could talk unobserved.
“Belinda,” I began eagerly, “I want you to take me to your Feather Club one day. Will you?”
She put her head on one side and glanced at me sideways, as was her way when in doubt, and remarked—