Her little hands were almost frozen with the cold. Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, It seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove.
lo! the flame of the match went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the half-burnt match in her hand.
She rubbed another match on the wall.
The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums.