 I'll help you find something for the little girl when I'm done with this, I said. The boys placed the toys they had chosen to donate into one of the boxes while I filled the third box with clothes. Megan walked up with Lucy, her worn, faded, frazzled, much-loved rag doll, hugged tightly to her chest. She paused in front of the box, then held the toys, pressed her round little face into Lucy's flat, painted-on face, gave her a final kiss, and laid her gently on top of the other toys.