from "The Little Match Girl,"
But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with
rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall --
frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat
the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt.
"She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest
suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed
of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the
joys of a new year.