But it is a story with a happy ending. In the third volume of her autobiography, 'By the Waters of Liverpool', Helen Forrester, still poor, ill-fed and shy, but now at least washed and neatly dressed, manages to make a life for herself away from the drudgery and oppression of her home. As she succeeds in the dance-halls of Liverpool, and finds after so many years without affection or joy, a man who can love her, she emerges from her terrible childhood, not unchanged but apparently undamaged. ([From HarperCollins UK][1])