Breakfast Or Lunch

Breakfast Or Lunch

          It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until
lunch time. Last Sunday I go 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!"