This page needs to be proofread.
"She probably ate something that hurt her," said Hannah; "there's no telling what these kind of people eat. A good dose of thoroughwort would fetch her out of this."
"What did you have for your breakfast, my dear?" asked Mrs. Winton kindly.
"I didn't have any breakfast," answered the child.
"What did you eat for your supper last night?" asked Mrs. Winton.
"I didn't have any supper, either," said the little match-girl.
"How happened it, my child?" asked Mrs. Winton, with a serious face.
"I couldn't sell any matches, so she didn't give me anything to eat. She said I didn't earn my salt."
"Who is she?"
"The woman where I live," answered the child.
"Is she your relative?" asked Mrs. Winton.
