Still, it was part of the life of Wheeler Street to belong to clubs, so we belonged.
I didn't care for sewing or cooking, so I joined a dancing-club; and even here I was a failure.

I had been a very good dancer in Russia, but here I found all the steps different, and I did not have the courage to go out in the middle of the slippery floor and mince it and toe it in front of the teacher.

When I retired to a corner and tried to play dominoes, I became suddenly shy of my partner; and I never could win a game of checkers, although formerly I used to beat my father at it.

I tried to be friends with a little girl I had known in Chelsea, but she met my advances coldly.

She lived on Appleton Street, which was too aristocratic to mix with Wheeler Street.