Sweater girl.

As for you, in that red sweater jacket, with your curly mop of hair, you look more like a lively small boy than ever before.

Mary leaned her head back against the trunk and drawing a small book from her sweater pocket she opened it upon her knee.

Can you turn up your sweater collars, girls?

And suddenly, some thirty feet away, an arm clad in a white sweater sleeve came slowly into sight.