She rubbed her eyes and wondered if it was a dream.

She decided it was a warning.

She's very superstitious.

Most Highland people are.
She didn't want Uncle Gordon to go next day by the little train that ran down the valley, but she knew if she told him her 'vision' he would only laugh at her.

So she pretended she wanted to do some shopping at Aberfylde, a town fifteen miles away, where the local railway joins the main line.