Breakfast or Lunch?

It was Sunday. I never get early on Sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until lunch time. Last Sunday, I got up very late. I looked out of the window. It was dark outside. “What a day!” I thought. “It’s raining again.”

Just then, the telephone rang. It was my aunt Lucy. “I’ve just arrived by train,” she said. “I’m coming to see you.”

“But I’m still having breakfast,” I said.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m having breakfast,” I repeated.

“Dear me,” she said. “Do you always get up so late? It’s one o’clock!”

(L.G. Alexander, Practice and Progress, Kanisius)