There were one or two basket-chairs, and a small square table bearing a paper-shaded lamp, and a newspaper, a "Punch," Jerry's banjo, and a cigarette case.
The window was covered with a red curtain, and the cosy warmth of the place sent a glow of comfort through Nan.

Jerry's efforts had not been in vain.
From this apartment she passed into another beyond, the door of which stood half open, and found herself in a bedroom.

A small stove burned in a corner of this, and upon it a kettle steamed merrily.

There was room for but little furniture besides the bed, but the general effect was exceedingly comforting to the girl's oppressed soul.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned her aching head against the back.
What was happening at home she wondered?
Her departure must be known by this time.