Mostterriblycolditwas;itsnowed,andwasnearlyquitedark,andevening--thelasteveningoftheyear. Inthiscoldanddarknesstherewentalongthestreetapoorlittlegirl,bareheaded,andwithnakedfeet. Whenshelefthomeshehadslipperson,itistrue;butwhatwasthegoodofthat? Theywereverylargeslippers,whichhermotherhadhithertoworn;solargewerethey; andthepoorlittlethinglostthemasshescuffledawayacrossthestreet,becauseoftwocarriagesthatrolledbydreadfullyfast. Oneslipperwasnowheretobefound;theotherhadbeenlaidholdofbyanurchin,andoffheranwithit; hethoughtitwoulddocapitallyforacradlewhenhesomedayorothershouldhavechildrenhimself. Sothelittlemaidenwalkedonwithhertinynakedfeet,thatwerequiteredandbluefromcold. Shecarriedaquantityofmatchesinanoldapron,andsheheldabundleoftheminherhand. Nobodyhadboughtanythingofherthewholelivelongday;noonehadgivenherasinglefarthing. Shecreptalongtremblingwithcoldandhunger--averypictureofsorrow,thepoorlittlething! Theflakesofsnowcoveredherlongfairhair,whichfellinbeautifulcurlsaroundherneck;butofthat,ofcourse,sheneveroncenowthought. Fromallthewindowsthecandlesweregleaming,anditsmeltsodeliciouslyofroastgoose,foryouknowitwasNewYear'sEve;yes,ofthatshethought.