A girl I knew once told me all about them.

They had let the girl tell them every single thing.

I wanted to think over what the girl had told me.

The next morning the girl told her mother, who called the police.

A girl just never could tell about a human man.

Mother did ask, of course, and the girls told her what had happened.

The story is told as if the girl would tell it herself.

After the attack, the girl went home and told her mother, who called the police.

Then the girl told her father all that had happened.

She looked at him, understanding that what the girls had told her was true.