Still I felt sure that when she saw my new breeches she would conclude that I was a person not to be trifled with.
When we got to Canton people were flocking to the big stone Presbyterian Church.

We drove our horses under the shed of the tavern and Uncle Peabody brought them water from the pump and fed them, out of our own bag under the buggy seat, before we went to the church.
It was what they called a "deacon meeting." I remember that Mr.Wright read from the Scriptures, and having explained that there was no minister in the village, read one of Mr.Edwards' sermons, in the course of which I went to sleep on the arm of my aunt.

She awoke me when the service had ended, and whispered: "Come, we're goin' down to speak to Mr.Wright." We saw Mr.and Mrs.Horace Dunkelberg in the aisle, who said that they would wait for us outside the church.
I remember that Mr.Wright kissed me and said: "Hello! Here's my boy in a new pair o' trousers!" "Put yer hand in there," I said proudly, as I took my own out of one of my pockets, and pointed the way.
He did not accept the invitation, but laughed heartily and gave me a little hug.
When we went out of the church there stood Mr.and Mrs.Horace Dunkelberg, and Sally and some other children.

It was a tragic moment for me when Sally laughed and ran behind her mother.

Still worse was it when a couple of boys ran away crying, "Look at the breeches!" I looked down at my breeches and wondered what was wrong with them.