It was Sunday. Lek and Daeng got up at half past seven. They were late for breakfast. Their father and mother were already at table. They looked at Lek and Daeng.
"What's the matter , Lek?" Mrs. Anong asked.
"Nothing , mother ," said Lek. "I'm feeling a bit tired, and I'm not very hungry."
"What about you, Daeng?" asked Mr. Udom
" I'm all right, father," said Daeng. "I didn't hear the alarm clock."
The children sat down and began to eat breakfast.
"Here is your milk, Lek" said Mrs. Anong.
"Thank you, mother," said Lek.
"And Daeng, here are your eggs," said Mrs. Anong.
"Thank you, mother," said Daeng.
"Hurry up!" said Mr.Udom. "We,re going to the museum this morning.