A little girl had a mother and father and close friends her age and knew other people, as well. When the town went on a big caravan, the little girl had to be picked up in the story. She had started to cry in the middle of a break. "Mommy," she said blindly, "When will we arrive?" There were some older girls adventuring in the creek spearing flopping fish. 1 was named Christina, and she had smooth wavy red hair. Her blue eyes sparkled in the distance, almost childlike.