 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. As the two grew older, they didn't see each other much, but they were never far from each other's minds.