My father came out of the caravan wearing the old navy-blue sweater and the brown cloth-cap with the peak pulled down low over his eyes.
What's undue there, Dad? I asked , seeing the bulge at his waistline.
He pulled up his sweater and showed me two thin nyt very large white cotton sacks. They were bound neat and tidy round his belly. To carry the stuff, he said darkly
Go and put on tutor sweater, he said. It's brown, isn't it.