stove　by　the　side　of　the　tin　soldier；　and　was　instantly　in　flames
  and　was　gone。　The　tin　soldier　melted　down　into　a　lump；　and　the　next
  morning；　when　the　maid　servant　took　the　ashes　out　of　the　stove；　she
  found　him　in　the　shape　of　a　little　tin　heart。　But　of　the　little　dancer
  nothing　remained　but　the　tinsel　rose；　which　was　burnt　black　as　a
  cinder。
  THE　END
  。