Please Send Me a Card

Please Send Me a Card

                 Postcard always spoil my holidays. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited museums and sat in public gardens. A friendly waiter taught me a few words of Italian. Then he lent me a book. I read a few lines, but I did not understand a word. Every day I thought about postcards. My holidays passed quickly, but I did not send any cards to my friends. On the last day I made a big decision. I got up early and bought thirty-seven cards. I spent the whole day in ma room, but I did not write a single card !

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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!"

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