It ' s the morning; Jimmy opens his eyes. The sun isn ' t shining. It ' s snoving or maybe it ' s raining. It often rain in England in winter. It ' s rather cold in the room, though a fire is barning gaily in the fire-place. Pussy-cat is siting by the fire, puring softly to herself. Jimmy is lying in his soft litle bed. Mother is laying the breakfast table. Father is shawing . He does it every morning. Polly is bruching her hair. And Jimmy couldn ' t do anithing.