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Lucy awoke early the following morning. All sign of rain had cleared off. The sun had not yet risen above the Pacific horizon, but the coming of the monarch of day was already heralded by stray gleams of colour which shot upward from the ocean's bed.
Lucy prided herself upon her early rising, and sometimes gave herself airs of absurd superiority to the rest of the household because she was able to do with so little sleep. This morning she had planned a lot of work which she wished to get through with before she would be wanted by her mistress.