It is Sunday. I never 1 up early on Sunday. I sometimes stay 2 bed till(直到) lunch time. This time I get up at eleven o’clock. I look out 3 the window. It is dark and it 4 again. Now I 5 breakfast. Then the telephone rings. It 6 my aunt. “I’m 7 the station. I am coming 8 you.” “But I’m having breakfast.” “ 9 are you doing?” she asks. “Oh,dear! Do you always get up so 10 ? It’s twelve o’clock now!”