around the door-step of the old shed for the mice."
"I must have a look at her," said the sparrow. "Where is she now? do you know?"
"She came home about five minutes before you did," said the little bright-eyed sparrow; "and I'm afraid she hasn't sold any matches to-day, she looked so sad."
Just then the shed-door opened, and a little girl appeared, and seating herself under the elm-tree began to sob as if her heart would break.
"Is Posy as big as she is?" whispered the little bright-eyed sparrow, "and does she look anything like her?"
"No, indeed," answered her husband; "Posy is a very little girl, and has beautiful yellow hair and red cheeks, and always dances about because she is so happy. We must do something for this poor child!"
The child sat with her face buried in her
