The young man came over to her and took her hand.
“How did you sleep, Dobrunka?”
“Very well, sir.”
“Did you dream?”
“Yes, I had a very strange dream.”
“Tell me about it. I can explain dreams very well.”
“But I can’t tell this dream to you,” Dobrunka said.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s about you.”
“That’s the very reason you ought to tell me,” the young man said.
He urged her and begged her until at last Dobrunka did tell him the dream.
“Well now,” he said, “that dream of yours except the part about the cat can be realized easily enough.”
Dobrunka laughed. “How could I ever become a fine lady?”
“By marrying me,” the young man said.
Dobrunka blushed. “Now, sir, you are joking.”
“No, Dobrunka, this is no joke. I really mean it. I came back this morning to ask you to marry me. Will you?”
