“Mildred had lost her muff,” said daddy. “She lived in a small town near a big city. She went to school in the city. Every morning she took the train into the city and came back by train in the afternoon. When she got home that afternoon she told her mother and daddy what had happened. Mildred’s daddy said that he would telephone to the railway station to see if anything had been seen of it. Mildred stood by listening.
“‘Mildred,’ said her daddy, ‘they’re asking me if your muff had a head on it. Did it?’
“‘Oh, let me talk, daddy!’ And Mildred grabbed the receiver.
“‘Yes, yes,’ she cried excitedly into the telephone; ‘it had a black fox’s head on it!’ Then she heard the joyful words:
“‘I think it has been found and brought here.’
“Mildred could hardly wait until the morning came. Then she went with her daddy to the lost and found department of the railway station.
“As soon as she got inside she cried, ‘There is my muff over there with all those umbrellas and books!’ And she jumped up and down with happiness.”