Exhausted and chilled to the bone, she found what shelter she could against a wall at the corner of the street.
She was so cold, poor girl.
If she could just strike one match at least she could warm her fingers a little!
"Just one", she thought, "daddy won’t even notice".
So she took a match from its box and struck it. The little girl cupped her hands round it and for a moment, it seemed as if she was sitting in front of an iron stove with a fine blaze crackling away inside.
She would have stretched out her legs to heat them, but suddenly, the stove disappeared.
The match had gone out.
The little girl lit another match. This time, it lit up the wall and she could see into the house behind!
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