But, on this unusual occasion, it was decreed that we should black our boots and leggings.
Why hadn't I put on my best pair of leggings to come away in?
My servant brought me a change of boots and leggings, and I shaved.
They wore only leggings, shirts, breech clouts and a blanket.
He never said a word, till he saw the leggings, and then he asked me what they were for.