Her face was kind and full of love.

"Grandmother!" cried the little girl. "Please, take me with you!" But her grandmother started to fade as the match burned out.

"No!" screamed the little girl. "Don't go!" And she rubbed all of her matches against the wall. She wanted to keep her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a bright light. It was brighter even than at noon. Her grandmother became solid again. She took the little girl on her arm. Both flew up into the light. And there was no cold. There was no hunger. They were both in Heaven. The little girl was so happy.

On the street, people stopped at the corner.