Since the summer, he had slept alone in the attic; now he rose, and put on his handsome new clothes, very carefully, for he had never owned such before.

There was especially a round broadcloth jacket, which he had to examine over and over again before he became accustomed to it.

He hung up a little looking-glass when he had adjusted his collar, and for the fourth time drew on his jacket.

At sight of his own contented face, with the unusually light hair surrounding it, reflected and smiling in the glass, it occurred to him that this must certainly be vanity again.

"Yes, but people must be well-dressed and tidy," he reasoned, drawing his face away from the glass, as if it were a sin to look in it.