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THE TAYLORS BEGIN THE DAY

- It is a hot day in July.
- Mrs. Taylor gets up early.
- She prepares breakfast for the family.
- Bobby looks for his fish pole.

THE TAYLORS BEGIN THE DAY

- It is a hot day in July.
- Mrs. Taylor gets up early.
- She prepares breakfast for the family.
- Bobby looks for his fish pole.
- Mary goes to take care of the neighbors' children.
The July sun shone brightly on the street of the city of Mayville, promising a hot day. Mrs. James Taylor yawned and rubbed her eyes. She looked at the clock on the table near the bed. It was seven-thirty. Jim, her husband, had to leave the house for work at eight-fifteen, and Mary, her daughter, had promise to go to the Martins' to take care of their children while they were downtown. Her son Robert would probably want to go fishing with George Hanson this fine morning. She dressed quickly and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for the family.
Twenty minutes later, the family were seated at the small table in the kitchen, eating breakfast.
"Help yourself to the toast, Mary,” said Mrs. Taylor. “Bobby, you can have that extra egg if you want it. Do you want another glass of milk?”
“No, thanks, Mom,” said Bobby. “George Hanson and I are going fishing down at the river this morning, and he will be here in a few minutes.”
“Take your time and eat slowly,” said his mother. “I’m sure George can wait if he arrives before you finish. Mary, don’t forget to go to the Martins’ this morning to take care of their children. What time did Mrs. Martin ask you to come?”
“She said to me to be there at nine o’clock, Mother,” answered Mary, “Mr. and Mrs. Martin expect to come back from downtown about five-thirty this afternoon. I won’t be here for lunch, but I think I’ll be here for dinner tonight.”
“All right, dear, ” said her mother. She was glad that Mary was earning some money and saving it to go to college next year.
“Excuse me,” said Bobby as he left the table. “Mom, where’s my fish pole?”
“I think it’s in the closet by the front door, Booby,” said Mrs. Taylors. “That’s where it was the last time I saw it.”
“That was a very fine breakfast, Janet,” said Jim Taylor as he finish his bacon and eggs. “Is there a little more foffee?”
“Here you are, Jim”, said his wife as she filled his cup. “You’ll have to hurry or you’ll be late for work. It’s after eight already. ”
Jim Taylor ast down at the table to have another cup of coffee while Mary finish her breakfast.
“Good-by,” he called from the door, “I’ll be home at twelve-thirty for lunch.”
Mrs. Taylor sat down at the table to have another cup of coffee while finished her breakfast.
“Mom,” called Bobby from the closet by the front door, “my fish pole isn’t here. Somebody took it.”
“You’ll find it right where you left it,” said his mother. “Your father doesn’t use that fish pole, and I’m sure Mary didn’t touch it. May be you left it in the garage.”
“Bobby should look first before he starts shouting,” said Mary to her mother. “He will have to learn to take care of his thing.”
“He’s only twelve years old, Mary,” said Mrs. Taylor. “Do you remember how you were five years ago?”
“I don’t think I was quite as bad as Bobby,” answered Mary, “Was Phil like that, too?”
Janet Taylor thought of her older son, who was working at a hotel away from home.
“He was worse, Mary” said Mrs. Taylor. “He much older now and much more responsible.”
The kitchen door opened and Bobby came with his fish pole.
“I don’t know who put this fish pole in the garage”, he said.
“You probably did,” said his mother.
“Hasn’t George Hanson come yet?” asked Bobby, “He said he would be here before eight-thirty.”
“There he is at the door now”, said Mary, “I hope you catch some fish.”
“Be sure you are here at twelve-thirty”, said Mrs. Taylor. “Your father has only an hour and fifteen minutes for lunch, and we can’t wait for you if you’re late.”
Bobby and George Hanson went out the back door and walked in the direction of the river.
“Just think, Mary,” said Mrs. Taylors, “Bobby will be in the seventh grade when school starts in September. It seem to be that he was a baby only yesterday.”
“The time goes fast,” said Mary, “Next year at this time I’ll be thinking about going to college.”
“And Phil will be a sophomore at Brockton University this year. I wonder how he likes working at the hotel. We haven’t received a letter from him since he started his job there.
He’s probably so busy he doesn’t have much time to write,” said Mary. “He said he was going to study a little, too, so his work at Brockton wouldn’t be so hard next year. Well, bood-by, Mother. I’m going to the Martins’.”
“Good-by, dear. Call me on the telephone if you need anything.”
Mrs. Taylor poured herself another cup of coffee and began to think of what she would prepare for lunch