ItwasSunday.InevergetupearlyonSundays.Isometimesstayinbeduntillunchtime.LastSundayIgotupverylate.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!'

　　那是个星期天,而在星期天我是从来不早起的,有时我要一直躺到吃午饭的时候.上个星期天,我起得很晚.我望望窗外,外面一片昏暗.“糟糕天气!”我想,“又下雨了.”正在这时,电话铃响了.是我姑母露西打来的.“我刚下火车,”她说,“我这就来看你.”

　　“但我还在吃早饭,”我说.

　　“你在干什么?”她问道.

　　“我正在吃早饭,”我又说了一遍.

　　“天啊,”她说,“你总是起得这么晚吗?现在已经1点钟了!”

　　一家人正在吃西瓜.儿子问：“爸爸,是瓜都能吃吗?”爸爸说：“是的.”儿子又问：“那傻瓜也能吃吗?”Thewholefamilyiseatingthewatermelon.Thesonaskedthat,"dad,isthemelonallcaneat?"Thedadsaidthat,"Is."Thesonalsoaskedthat,"Thatfoolalsocaneat?