He did look so funny when they first put him into pocket-clothes! His green breeches were so tight that they made you think of two pods of marrow-fat peas, only they were topped off with a pair of rocco shoes, as red as bell-peppers. He had silver buckles on his shoes, and brass buttons on his green jacket, which was fastened at the back. He had a white collar about his neck as large as a small cape, and finished off around the edge with a ruffle. His mother had snipped his dark locks so they needn’t look so much like a girl’s; and then with his brown fur hat on, which his grandfather Cheever had sent from Boston, he looked in the glass and smiled at himself.