This seems to be an exceedingly long account of domestic affairs, but being so unlike our English edition of such troubles, it may be of interest, or, at least, it may serve to enhance the feelings of comfort and luxury of those at home who can command a well-trained cook, and housemaid, and parlour-maid, not to mention the useful charwoman, and all for less money than we pay our one Chinaman. (_To be continued._) 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— “There ain’t nothink ter see, yer know. We just pys in our money every week, an’ the one who draws the winnin’ number gits the feather that week, an’ then we begins all over agyne, but I’ve left that an’ jined a furniture club now,” and she gave me another sidelong look. I was so full of my own ideas that I did not particularly notice her evident desire to be asked why, but exclaimed— “I did not know you had other sorts of clubs.” “Bless yer, yuss!” retorted Belinda Ann, with all her old contempt for my lamentable ignorance. “There’s furniture clubs, an’ crockery clubs, an’ photergraph clubs, an’ draperies an’ boot clubs, an’ I dun know what all!” “And how much do you pay?” I asked. “Well, it depends,” she replied cautiously. “It runs from anythink from thruppence to five bob, accordin’ ter succumstances, but I’ll tyke yer ter one ef yer like, though there ain’t nothink whatever ter see.” I closed with the offer at once, and then asked what she had been doing all this time. “’Eaps!” she answered laconically; and then remarked in a would-be off-hand manner, “I’m a-walkin’ hout with a young feller down our court.” “Oh!” I replied, not specially impressed, as this was a very everyday affair. “An’ ’e’s sed ‘Chairs’ ter me!” she added, with an elaborate assumption of indifference and an unsuccessful attempt not to look triumphant. “Oh, Belinda!” I exclaimed, grasping at once what this meant, “I am glad. That is why you joined the furniture club?” She nodded, pleased at my intelligence, and added complacently— “An’ I’ve jined the sewin’ class, so’s I ken myke my own _trossax_.” I fully approved of this, and inquired as to when the marriage was to take place. She pursed up her lips and shook her head solemnly, as she replied—