But a woman dressed in white came up to me and asked if I knew her name.
Soon I had them both dressed in their best, which was poor enough.
Yet all of the men I saw were dressed only in black.
Pretty much as he used to be, only dressed in black.
Men dressed in something dark came running down the road.
With him were four black men all dressed in the same way.
Why do I think of her as dressed in green?
He seemed to be about four and was dressed only in his skin.
It's like the way we get dressed in the morning.
Very early one morning, a young woman, dressed in black, came to see us.
