Writing slowly and thinking deeply, she answered it.

She tried to imagine that she was Peter Morrison and she tried to say the things in that letter that she thought Peter would say in the circumstances, because she felt sure that Marian would be entertained by such things as Peter would say.

When she finished, she read it over carefully, and then copied it with equal care on the typewriter, which she had removed to her workroom.
When she heard Katy's footstep outside her door, she opened it and drew her in, slipping the bolt behind her.

She led her to the fireplace and recited the lines.
"Now ain't they jist the finest gentlemen ?" said Katy.

"Cut right off of a piece of the same cloth as your father.