In tweeds.

Oatmeal tweeds.

Scotch tweeds, wasn't it?

A little woman in tweeds.

Oatmeal tweeds, blouse, blue silk handkerchief. Yes.

Good tweeds here, Travers. Thank you, sir.

I only saw one little lady. She was hardly in tweeds.

Imported Frankie and his tweeds? And his loaded cane. His loaded everything!

Tweeds, oatmeal flecked with brown... a threequarter coat with patch pockets... a scarf, a felt hat, brown shoes... a tussah shirt and and a small blue handkerchief in her breast pocket.