Once upon a time a little girl tried to make a living by selling matches in the
street. It was new year's eve and the snowed streets were deserted. From brightly
lit windows came the tinkle of laughter and the sound of singing. People were
getting ready to bring in the new year. But the poor little match seller sat
sadly beside the fountain. Her ragged dress and worn shawl did not keep out the
cold and she tried to keep her bare feet from touching the frozen ground. She
hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for
her father would certainly be angry. It wouldn't be much warmer anyway, in the
draughty attic that was her home. The little gi