The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck but of that, of course, she never once now thought. She crept along trembling with cold and hunger-a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing! Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day no one had given her a single farthing. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. One slipper was nowhere to be found the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn so large were they and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. Most terribly cold it was it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening- the last evening of the year.
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