A girl like me? You mean...a girl who lived on the streets and had to sell matches to get by? Oh, it was so cold...

[this isn't the little match girl

Anyways, she comes to an intersection. Left. Or right. She puts her hand on her chin and thinks about it.]

It's probably this way. Or maybe it's this way. It's one of the two.

[They're opposite directions, but surely she isn't wrong about this.]