A DAY WITH THE FLOWER-GIRLS. “VIOLETS, sweet violets! A penny a bunch!” From ten o’clock in the morning until the first hour of midnight this cry of the flower-sellers may be heard in the London streets. It usually issues from female throats, although occasionally the clamour is reinforced by a masculine voice, which, however, could…

Chapter 3 If Number Eighteen, Lucella Road, had been able or had found it convenient, to keep up the fine excitement that attended Mord Em’ly’s first evening, it would have met that young woman’s demands. She was not long in discovering that, in effect, the sisters lived, for the most part, a monotonous, uneventful, economical…

Chapter IChildhood All through my life, at least all my thinking life, I have been on a quest. My search has been with one object in view, and that object has been to find myself. I did not know when I started that Walt Whitman had said, “A man is not all included between his…

CHAPTER XIX ALBERT HALL RALLY — £5,000 RAISED — LORD LYTTON SUPPORTS US — MR. ASQUITH BETRAYS US — HUNDREDS ARRESTED Saturday, June 18th, 1910, was another great day for the Suffragettes. The Conciliation Bill was to be introduced. A procession was necessary, and more than a procession, an Albert Hall meeting. Never did a…

CHAPTER XVI NEWTON ABBOT BY – ELECTION — MY FOURTH ARREST — A PRIVATE INTERVIEW WITH MR. BALFOUR The next great event was the Newton Abbot By-election. This stands out in my memory because Mrs. Pankhurst was nearly killed by local Liberals when they heard that their candidate had been defeated. They were wild with…

Chapter XIII Room for Contemporaries The corridors were lined with trunks and alive with girls flying in and out of their rooms. Here was one lifting a tray of crisp white ruffles. There another unfolding herself cautiously from a prolonged investigation of the deepest recesses rose with a pile of books tottering on one arm….