Det var årets siste kveld. Det var nesten mørkt, og det snødde tett. En fattig liten jente gikk gjennom gatene uten lue og med bare føtter. Da hun gikk hjemmefra, hadde hun på seg morens store tøfler. Hun mistet begge da hun løp over gaten for å komme seg unna to vogner. Den ene tøffelen fant hun ikke igjen.
It was the last evening of the year. It was almost dark, and the snow was falling thickly. A poor little girl walked through the streets barefoot and without a hat. When she left home, she was wearing her mother’s big slippers. She lost them both when she ran across the street to get out of the way of two carriages. She couldn’t find one of the slippers.
