It is the best way to paint you.

You belong to the open air.

So should Gretchen; or how else should she have the blue sky in her eyes ?" "But I have only wooden shoes!" Her face was scarlet as she glanced at her feet; he who had wanted to give her the silk stockings--how would he like to be seen walking abroad with those two clumsy, clattering, work-a-day, little sabots?
"Never mind.

My dear, in my time I have had enough of satin shoes and of silver gilt heels; they click-clack as loud as yours, and cost much more to those who walk with them, not to mention that they will seldom deign to walk at all.

Your wooden shoes are picturesque.