She worked herself to death they told me, and, as they said so then, the fire has gone on saying the same thing ever since.

I suppose it was true.

I have always believed it.' 'Were you brought up here, then ?' said the child.
'Summer and winter,' he replied.

'Secretly at first, but when they found it out, they let him keep me here.

So the fire nursed me--the same fire.