FRIENDS IN DISTRESS Winnifred was now in the humblest lodgings in the humblest part of London.

A simple bedroom and sitting-room sufficed for her wants.

Here she sat on her trunk, bravely planning for the future.
"Miss Clair," said the Landlady, knocking at the door, "do try to eat something.

You must keep up your health.

See, I've brought you a kippered herring." Winnifred ate the herring, her heart filled with gratitude.