Isabella patiently said, “No, you can’t. If you sleep for ten more minutes, time will be too tight, and we’ll hit the worst of rush hour when everyone’s heading to school or work. There’ll be too much traffic and you’ll be late. You mustn’t be late.”

If her brother was constantly late, he would get used to it and start liking to sleep in. Isabella would not let him develop such a bad habit.

“Isa, I won’t be late. Every day when I arrive at school, there are still plenty of classmates who have