追忆老祖母
She lighted another match and then found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree.
It was a larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through glass door at the rich merchant’s.
Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches, and colored pictures, like those she has seen in the show-windows, look down upon it all.
The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and then the match went out.
The Christmas lights look in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire.
“Someone is dying” thought the little girl.For her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead,had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
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