What a bad day it was! I talked with my classmate about my new dress. I thought we spoke in a very quiet voice but the teacher heard our talk. She said: “I say, these two girls are talking about clothes but we are having our mathematics lesson! I want, Helen, to speak with your mother! She took my record book and wrote in it: “Please, come over to the school. We must talk about your daughter.” Of course, my mother came to talk with the teacher. She put on her most beautiful dress and she looked so nice in it! When our maths teacher saw her she said to my mother; “Oh, you look so beautiful! What a nice dress you are wearing!” And the two women started talking about clothes. They forgot about my notebook.
What a bad day it was! I talked with my classmate about my new dress. I thought we spoke in a very quiet voice but the teacher heard our talk. She said: “I say, these two girls are talking about clothes but we are having our mathematics lesson! I want, Helen, to speak with your mother! She took my record book and wrote in it: “Please, come over to the school. We must talk about your daughter.” Of course, my mother came to talk with the teacher. She put on her most beautiful dress and she looked so nice in it! When our maths teacher saw her she said to my mother; “Oh, you look so beautiful! What a nice dress you are wearing!” And the two women started talking about clothes. They forgot about my notebook.