Just as she reached the edge of the forest she met a boy, even smaller than she herself, and he was crying bitterly.
The little girl had a tender heart. She stopped and asked the child why he was weeping.
“I am weeping,” he answered, “because I am hungry.”
“Have you had nothing to eat to-day?” she asked.
“I have had nothing, and I am like to starve, for I know not where to go for food.”
The little girl sighed. “You are, perhaps, hungrier than I,” she said, and she took the crust from her pocket and gave it to the boy. Then she again hurried on.
A little farther on, she met another child who was even more miserable-looking than the first, for this child seemed almost frozen with cold. Her clothing hung about her in rags, and her skin looked blue through the rents.
“Ah,” cried she, “if I had but a warm little dress like yours! Help me, I pray of you, or I will certainly die of cold.”
The good little girl was filled with pity. “It is not right,” thought she, “that I should have both a dress and a shawl. I will give one of them to this poor child.”
She took off her dress and gave it to the child, and then wrapped the shawl closely about her shoulders. In spite of the shawl she felt very cold. Still she was near the place where the fagots were to be found, and as soon as she had gathered them she would run home again.