I don't like the dream.

There was some sinister significance in it.

That kind of vivid dream always 'comes true' with me." "I hope it doesn't mean there's a storm coming up from the east to spoil the party," murmured Rilla.
"Incorrigible fifteen!" said Miss Oliver dryly.

"No, Rilla-my-Rilla, I don't think there is any danger that it foretells anything so awful as that." There had been an undercurrent of tension in the Ingleside existence for several days.

Only Rilla, absorbed in her own budding life, was unaware of it.