BreakfastorLunch?

　　ItwasSunday.InevergetupearlyonSundays.Isometimesstayinbeduntillunchtime.LastSunday.Igotupverylate.Ilookedoutofthewindow.Itwasdarkoutside.”whataday!”Ithought.”It'srainingagain.”Justthen,thetelephonerang.ItwasmyauntLucy.”I'vejustarrivedbytrain,shesaid.”I'mcomingtoseeyou.”

　　”ButI'mstillhavingbreakfast,”Isaid.

　　”Whatareyoudoing?”sheasked.

　　”I'mhavingbreakfast,”Irepeated.

　　”dearme,”shesaid.”Doyoualwaysgetupsolate?It'soneo'clock!”

　　这是星期天.星期天我从不早起,有时候我一直睡到吃午饭.上星期天我起得很晚.我向窗外看去,外面一片漆黑.我想：“倒霉的天,又下雨啦!”就在这时电话铃响了,是我姑妈Lucy来的电话.她说：“我刚下火车,我准备来看你.”

　　“可我正在吃早饭哩!”我说.

　　“你在做什么?”她问.

　　“我正在吃早饭呢.”我重复说.

　　她说：“哎呀!你总是起得这么晚吗?现在一点钟啦!”