MARY ELIZABETH ROBERSON. Oh, such a sly glance Miss Roberson cast at the camera when the daguerreotypist made the exposure. Her freckled face softened those tiny, penetrating eyes as the sixth plate was taken. Billowing, thick black curls cascaded over her ears. She wore a pair of identical rings on two fingers of the hand resting upon the tablecloth, which was splashed with red pigments. Her face was rouged much lighter, thankfully. Further information written on paper kept in the bottom of the broken case tells us that Mary was “daughter of Jeremiah (Mama’s aunt).” She is a regal teenager posed nicely from the neutral gray drop. The resealed surface has nearly invisible tarnish and one lonely mold mite near her head. I like her relaxed pose.
