It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove. The fire burned with such blessed influenced; it warmed so delightfully.
She lit another one, and a room with a table spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plum. Until the match went out.
Most terribly cold it was;it snowed, and was nearly quite dark. She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!
She was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree and it was big and decorated with everything.
The little girl was numbed from her hands and feet. She grabbed a match and drew it against the wall and warmed her fingers by it. And dreamed she was warm. Until the match went out.
She drew the match again and this time a room came up with a roast goose with stuffing of apple and dried plum. Until the match went out again.
So she lit the match again and this time she was sitting under a magnificent Christmas tree; it was still larger and decorated than the one she saw in the rich merchant's glass door.
The little girl grabbed all the matches and lit them up so she could be sure to keep her grandmother near. And said for her to take her with her because she would disappear everytime the matches went out.
She took the maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with god.