The little Match Girl
It was terribly cold it snowed and it began to grow dark; it was also the last night of the year, New Year's Eve. In the cold and the darkness was on the street a poor little girl, with bare head and naked feet; yes she had indeed had a pair of slippers when she left home, but what could it do? They were very large slippers, her mother had last used them so big they were, and those lost little as she hurried across the street to avoid two carriages flashed at a terrible rate over; one slipper was nowhere to be found and the other ran a boy; he said he could use to cradle when he had children.

In a corner between two houses, one went a little more to the street than the other, she sat down and huddled together; little legs she pulled up under her, but she froze even more and the home she dared not go for she had sold no matches, not a penny of money her father would beat her and it was cold at home as they had only roof to cover them and the wind howled, although that was stopped up with straw and rags in the largest holes . Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Alas! Perhaps a burning match might be some good. If she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, and warm her fingers. She pulled one out, " Ritsch " how it sputtered as it burnt! It was a warm , bright light, like a little candle , as she held her hand over it was a wonderful light! The little girl thought she was sitting by a large iron stove, with polished brass feet and a brass fire burned so blessed, warmed as well! No, what was it! - The little stretched already went out to also warm them - then extinguished the flame, the stove vanished, - she sat with a small piece of the burnt burning match in her hand.