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“It was the night of the snowstorm and I was coming up the street when I caught up with her. It was very cold and she was snuggling into a beautiful little neckpiece of ermine. I am fond of furs and so I said to her,

“‘I like the little ermine that you have about your neck. It is so simple, yet so beautiful. It is very different from the large ones that most people wear these days.’

“‘Oh,’ she said, ‘I like it too. Uncle sent it to me this winter and I love it because of the story he told me about the little animal whose fur it is.’

“‘Tell me the story,’ I said.

“But she smiled and patted the fur as she said, ‘I don’t think I could, for it is very personal. It was a message from Uncle to me, so it means much to me. To you, it might not mean anything.’

“‘But I should like to hear it,’ I said. ‘Please tell it to me.’

“‘Well,’ said Elizabeth, ‘Uncle seems very queer to mother because he wants a message to go with every gift, but I like it. When this came, his letter said:

“‘”Girlie: I wonder if you wouldn’t like to wear this bit of ermine. When the ermine is pursued by a larger animal and it comes to a puddle of mud, it will die before it will soil its coat. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you and all the girls who are your friends would be as careful of your characters and never, no never, do that which would soil them?”‘

“We walked part of a block before we spoke after she had told me of the gift, and then she said, ‘I am sure that the girls at school sometimes think me very particular because I will not do some of the things that they do. Perhaps they are all right for them but I feel that they would soil my coat, so I do not do them. I am trying to keep it white and this little bit of ermine helps a lot. Of course, I like to wear it, but it would be very uncomfortable if I did not try. I hope you don’t think me foolish, now that you know the story of the fur.'”

There was silence as Carl finished speaking. Then Carl Green threw back the long locks from his forehead as he said,

“I know a good thing when I see it, fellows, and the girl who would die rather than soil her character is a mighty good friend for a boy to have. She is worth asking to our house party. I’m thinking she is worth winning for a friend. Good-by, I am going to ask her before any of you change the name on your list.”

So Elizabeth Wyman went to the house party at Mrs. Warren’s, and to this day she wonders why the boys seemed so different from what they had seemed before. But because she knew no difference, she was sure that it must have been because she was invited by Carl Green, the leader of the Triangle Club of Center High School. But you and I know better.