Sunday clothes

“We had working clothes and Sunday clothes,” Ms. McLaurin later told an interviewer for an oral history project.

Pa got up from the table and walked out without so much as changing into his Sunday clothes.

It was a trial to my feelings, on the next day but one, to see Joe arraying himself in his Sunday clothes to accompany me to Miss Havisham’s.

Some are even delightful: a cheering theater audience thrusting flowers at performers; a happy-looking family, perhaps in their Sunday clothes, walking down a busy street; and, of course, Lawrence’s iconic builders.

I guess that’s why barely one week later Daddy made me wear my itchy, hot Sunday clothes to the train depot.