As I was leaving I saw what seemed like garments hanging up in the back shop, and turned to have a look at them.

They were the kind of thing that Germans wear on their summer walking tours--long shooting capes made of a green stuff they call loden.

I bought one, and a green felt hat and an alpenstock to keep it company.

Then wishing the old woman and her belongings a merry Christmas, I departed and took the shortest cut out of the village.
There were one or two people about now, but they did not seem to notice me.
I went into the woods again and walked for two miles till I halted for breakfast.

I was not feeling quite so fit now, and I did not make much of my provisions, beyond eating a biscuit and some chocolate.