"You know how to write things down; and I don't." "First put the date," said Agatha.
"To be sure," said Jane, writing it quickly.

"I forgot that.

Well ?" "Now write, 'I am very sorry that Miss Wilson saw me when I slid down the banisters this evening.

Jane Carpenter.'" "Is that all ?" "That's all: unless you wish to add something of your own composition." "I hope it's all right," said Jane, looking suspiciously at Agatha.
"However, there can't be any harm in it; for it's the simple truth.
Anyhow, if you are playing one of your jokes on me, you are a nasty mean thing, and I don't care.

Now, Gertrude, it's your turn.