Take the right road.

The right road leads me up through the hills, back towards the road and the village. I take a detour along the top of a ridge, not wanting to walk along the public road in the present condition. Soon enough the village of Suppleton, little more than a handful of cottages gathered around a single inn, comes into view. I crouch in the bushes at the top of a hill and look down over it, wondering what I'm going to do.

Curse that shepherdess! I can't just walk into town naked. I'd be a public laughing-stock. But what else can I do? I can't just stay out here all day, either. I need some kind of plan.

There. A washing-line, set up behind one of the cottages. I can see a dress hanging from it, flapping in the breeze. It looks about my size. If I'm very stealthy, I ought to be able to creep down there and steal it without anybody noticing.