THE FISKE FAMILY

managed to grab hold of the tail and crawl in again. My earliest recollection of him was a rather embarrassing episode that took place in Cataumet about 1913. Uncle Andrew's house there was temporarily unoccupied and Aunt Esther, who lived next door, suggested to my mother that she bring the children down and    park at Uncle Andrew's for a week. So the automobile, loaded with food, children, and a cook, arrived at Cataumet late one     July afternoon. Aunt Esther helped us settle, then returned to       her own house about thirty-five yards away. Soon after going       to bed I heard voices downstairs — my mother apologizing profusely to someone who kept answering her with, "Don't     worry about it — I'm so glad you're here." Peeping down over    the railing I saw Gardiner who had just arrived with a number       of friends for the weekend.
   Posey married Harold Willis and they built half way up            Uncle Andrew's driveway where their son Andy lives today.    Once while visiting Uncle Gus in Cataumet there was great excitement. Posey had walked in her sleep during the night and   had pulled a water pitcher off the washstand mistaking its       handle for the handle of a door. She came to a cold awakening when the water splashed over her. The next morning she re-enacted the whole episode using an empty pitcher. This all made quite an impression on me because sleepwalking was something I had never heard of before.
   Hannah, the youngest daughter, was six years my elder. She   was a nurse in the first world war and died in 1918. She was devoted to Uncle Gus — she called him 'Gup' or 'Guppy' —      and kept flattering him by asking questions and appearing     amazed at his knowledgeable answers. I saw her last on a mem-

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