It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until lunchtime. 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!"
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那是個星期天。而在星期天我是從來不早起的.。有時我要一直躺到吃午飯的時候。上個星期天，我起得很晚，我望望窗外，外面一片昏暗。“鬼天氣！”我想，“又下雨了。”正在這時，電話鈴響了，是我姑母露西打來的，“我剛下火車，”她說，“我這就來看你。”
“但我還在吃早飯。”我說。
“你在幹什麼?”她問道。
“我正在吃早飯。”我又說了一遍。
“天啊，”她說：“你總是起得這麼晚嗎？現在已經1點鐘了！”
