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 telephone 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 !"
Taken from:Practice and Progress By L. G. Alexander
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