Spring had come early that year, with warm quick rains and sudden frothing of pink peach blossoms.

They met Dally in that strange and solemn interval, the twilight of the morning, in the violet or pink dawn; for it was necessary to rise early, so very early, here.

The toddler who usually prefers high-heeled pink shoes over giant yellow and black diggers, had woken early and started playing on the computer while her parents were asleep.