 and she turned in time to see the rich girl running up the stairs down a long corridor. Deciding whatever the rich little girl was doing wasn't worth waiting for, so she started to turn around and walk away. As her foot hit the first step, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder, and turning, she saw it was the rich little girl thrusting a new blanket and pillow at her. "'Have these,' she said quietly. These were her own personal belongings, made of silk and down feathers."