Huckleberry
was
always
dressed
in
the
cast-off
clothes
of
full-grown
men,
and
they
were
in
perennial
bloom
and
fluttering
with
rags.
His
hat
was
a
vast
ruin
with
a
wide
crescent
lopped
out
of
its
brim;
his
coat,
when
he
wore
one,
hung
nearly
to
his
heels
and
had
the
rearward
buttons
far
down
the
back;
but
one
suspender
supported
his
trousers;
the seat of the trousers
bagged low and contained nothing, the fringed legs
dragged in the dirt when not rolled up