She [Betsy] found a big box. Clutching it joyfully, she raced back to the fire and while the family crowded about, she lifted out a set of furs. They were fluffy blue fox, a neck piece, a muff, even a fur hat with a chou of green velvet on the side.
“Papa! Mamma!” She rushed about kissing, then ran to the music-room mirror.
She wore them to church later. The sidewalks were covered with a thin powdering of frost and the snowbanks seemed to have been sprinkled with diamonds.
(Excerpts from Betsy Was a Junior by Maud Hart Lovelace)