Hence, any delight in new clothes or in a finer appearance than usual was carefully avoided.
Ranald always hated new clothes.

He felt them an intolerable burden.

He did not mind his new homespun, home-made flannel check shirt of mixed red and white, but the heavy fulled-cloth suit made by his Aunt Kirsty felt like a suit of mail.

He moved heavily in it and felt queer, and knew that he looked as he felt.

The result was that he was in no genial mood, and was on the alert for any indication of levity at his expense.
Hughie, on the contrary, like the girls, delighted in new clothes.
His new black suit, made down from one of his father's, with infinite planning and pains by his mother, and finished only at twelve o'clock the night before, gave him unmixed pleasure.