The writer always gets up late on Sundays.Last Sunday he got up late.His aunt Lucy telephone then.She had just arrived by train.She was coming to see him.The writer said,“I”m still having breakfast.”His aunt was very surprised.“Dear me,”she said,“It”s one o”clock!”
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