Why, I haven't even noticed where a single other chap comes from.

They may all be girls' schools, for all I know.

It's not likely any one has noticed mine." And to avoid all accident I dropped mine into the fire, and had to stand my mother's reproaches for destroying a document she had intended to treasure till her dying day.
As the time for my going to Low Heath approached, I began to turn my attention seriously to my _trousseau_.
My first care was to get the square-topped boiler, and a rare job I had to procure it.

None of the hatters in Fallowfield knew of such a shape in young gents' hats; and the shopkeepers in Wynd, whither I went over on purpose, were equally benighted.

My mother, too, protested that she had never heard of such a kind of hat, and that it would be hideous when I got it.
That was no fault of mine.