那天是星期天。
It was Sunday.
我星期天从不早起。
I never get up early on Sundays.
我有时候一直躺在床上直到午饭时间。
I sometimes stay in bed until lunchtime.
上个星期天我起得很晚。
Last Sunday I got up very late.
我向窗外看去。
I looked out of the window.
外面很黑。
It was dark outside.
“天气真糟糕！”我想。
'What a day!' I thought.
“又下雨了。”
'It's raining again.'
就在那时，电话铃响了。
Just then, the telephone rang.
是我的姑妈露西。
It was my aunt Lucy.
“我刚刚坐火车到达。”她说。
'I've just arrived by train,' she said.
“我要来看你。” / “我这就来看你。”
'I'm coming to see you.'
“但是我还在吃早餐，”我说。
'But I'm still having breakfast,' I said.
“你正在做什么？”她问。
'What are you doing?' she asked.
“我正在吃早餐，”我重复说道。
'I'm having breakfast,' I repeated.
“天哪！”她说道。
'Dear me,' she said.
“你总是起这么晚吗？现在已经一点钟了！”
'Do you always get up so late? It's one o'clock!'