I know they simply write what their proprietors tell them.

"Here's a nice gift for the man who has nothing," the proprietor tells her.

The proprietor told me they had left soon after I had, chattering about finding some women.

As instant evidence proved, the proprietor had told, then and after, nothing but the literal truth.

"Honey, in our stomachs we're all Italian," the proprietor of a pasta store told me years later.

The friendly proprietor sadly told us that cider was "out," totally supplanted by wine, despite its higher price.

The proprietor of the bookstore told me the next afternoon.

The proprietors told me that they think he's afraid of snakes and tight places, like narrow caves.

The proprietor of the gambling den was telling a clever story.

But, he said, he called the diner and the proprietor there told him the ticket was not sold there.