My legs encased in the tow breeches felt as if they were on fire.

My timidity was increased by the fact that many were observing me and that my appearance seemed to inspire sundry, sly remarks.

I saw that most of the village boys wore boughten clothes and fine boots.

I looked down at my own leather and was a tower of shame on a foundation of greased cowhide.

Sally Dunkelberg came in with some other girls and pretended not to see me.