The man in the Sunday suit had begun to take his jacket off.

Back in my room, I changed into slacks and a loose sports jacket that gave me a little more freedom than my Sunday suit.

The man wore a top hat with his Sunday suit and tie.

Because they tend to worry, you see, about spoiling their Sunday suits and their dignity.

There was an awkward moment at the breakfast-table when she asked him why he was wearing his Sunday suit.

The developer was standing in front of the building, with his 8-year-old son at his side, both of them dressed in Sunday suits.

The jacket of his good Sunday suit hung open, his black hat sat askew on his head.

He was buried in his Sunday suit, they told me.

"She has gone to look out Uncle's Sunday suit and shirt," whispered Nora.

Now, presumably in his Sunday suit, it was amusing to observe how almost dapper he had become.