Then, with his package under his arm, the boy walked on down the street.
Well, what now?
He was a little afraid of what he had done.

How could he face his mother?
How could he go home without shoes?
Books might be useful for the head, but they would not clothe the feet.

He jingled the coins in his pocket as he walked on down to the end of the business section of the city.

He could not buy any kind of shoes to fit his big feet for a dollar and twenty cents.

There was nothing more to do but to go home, and "face the music", so he walked on in a sort of fearsome elation.