With swift step Lucy crossed the room and gazed up at one of the pictures.
“That’s Dad!”
Ellen nodded.
“I’d no idea he was ever such a chubby little fellow. Look at his baby hands and his drum!”
She paused, looking intently at the picture. Then in a far-away tone she added:
“And his eyes were just the same.”
For several minutes she lingered, earnest and reminiscent.
“And is this you, Aunt Ellen?” she asked, motioning toward another time-dimmed likeness hanging over the bed.
“Yes.”
A silence fell upon the room. Ellen fidgeted.