"Up! Get up! Now!"

 

Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.

 

"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the

sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and

tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There

had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same

dream before.

 

His aunt was back outside the door.

 

"Are you up yet?" she demanded.

 

"Nearly," said Harry.

 

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let

it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."

 

Harry groaned.

 

"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.

 

"Nothing, nothing..."