“What kind of a young man? Handsome?”
“Yes, very handsome. He was dressed in a suit of shepherd tartan.”
“That is likely enough. Every other man you meet, is wearing shepherd tartan. It is precious few that look decent in it.”
“My dream-man looked well in it.”
“A red or green necktie with it, of course.”
“No, a black one.”
“Wonderful! It is either red or green wi’ most men. My Willie would have naething but white. He thinks he looks ministerial in the black and white, and he is trying to behave accordingly. You must have noticed him?”
“Yes, I have. Perhaps Willie’s dress gave me my queer dream.”
“Reason the dream awa’, of course. That’s what fools do wi’ a dream. I think you dreamed of the man who will be your husband.”
“Then,” I said, “my husband is not among the men I know. I never saw the young man of my dream before.”