ItwasSunday.Inevergetupearlyon
Sundays.Isometimesstayinbeduntil
lunchtime.LastSundayIgotupvery
late.Ilookedoutofthewindow.Itwas
darkoutside.''Whataday!''Ithought.
''It''srainingagain.''Justthen,thetele-
phonerang.ItwasmyauntLucy.''I''ve
justarrivedbytrain,''shesaid.''I''m
comingtoseeyou.''
''ButI''mstillhavingbreakfast,''Isaid.
''Whatareyoudoing?''sheasked.
''I''mhavingbreakfast,''Irepeated.
''Dearme,''shesaid.''Doyoualways
getupsolate?It''soneo''clock!''''
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