`` marcia fadden ... frank frick ... ben hanscom ... '' he rose , stealing his last glance at beverly marsh for the summer ( or so he thought then ) , and went forward to mrs douglas 's desk , an eleven-year-old kid with a can roughly the size of new mexico-said can packed into a pair of horrid new blue-jeans that shone little darts of light from the copper rivets and went whssht-whssht-whssht as his big thighs brushed together .