"Your babysitter will be here any minute!" Bryony's father explained to his ten year old daughter that she had a babysitter coming round to look after her while he and her mother were going out until supper time. This was too much of a shock for Bryony, who immediately rushed back upstairs in a panic. She rushed back into her bedroom and cried to herself. How did she ever get into such a situation?
Suddenly she heard the doorbell echo throughout the house. Curiosity got the better of Bryony as she crept out of her bedroom and hid on top of the stairs, trying to see who was at the door without being spotted.
She watched as her father opened the front door. "Ah, you must be the babysitter," her dad said as the visitor stepped into the house.
"Hello Mister Evans," a familiar voice answered her father's greeting, "Yes, I am the babysitter." The figure entered through the door. There, Bryony found out the identity of her babysitter.
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