My brother is busy
It was half past eight in the morning. The telephone bell rang and Mary went to answer it.
"Hello. Who's that?" She asked.
"It's me, Peter. "
Peter was a friend of Mary's eight-year old brother, Johnny.
"Can I speak to Johnny? "
"No, "said Mary, " you can't speak to him now. He is busy. He is getting ready for school. He is eating his breakfast. Grandmother is combing(梳理)his hair. Sister is under the table, putting his shoes on. Mother is getting his books and putting them in his schoolbag. Goodbye, I have to go now. I have to hold the door open. The school bus is coming. "