It was Sunday. I never get up early on

Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until

lunch time. Last Sunday I got up very

late. I looked out of the window. It was

dark outside. 'What a day!' I thought.

'It's raining again.' Just then, the tele-

phone rang. It was my aunt Lucy.' I've

just arrived by train,' she said. 'I'm

coming to see you.'

'But I'm still having breakfast,' I said.

'What are you doing ?' she asked.

' I'm having breakfast,' I repeated.

'Dear me,' she said. 'Do you always

get up so late ? It's one o'clock!''