We were awakened in the middle of the night, or so it seemed, and told to come down in our pajamas to have a family picture done by Mr. Gage, who had a new camera.
Anne is grinning, unaccustomed to posing. Mother looks ok, and Dad happy. I am there on the floor in the middle, eating an apple and gazing upward. Robyn is charming, Betsy too young to grasp the situation. Sherry looks comfortable with her beautiful smile.
There is another print of us that night, arranged on the stair landing, but I do not have a copy at the moment. We are all grinning in that one and Robyn did a painting of us with the teeth looking bared and vicious.