Too long. The young Mary has a confident gait borne from her multiple classes in gymnastics -- and trapeze, of course -- giving her more fluidity, poise, control and grace of movement for her age. Today she's wearing dark blue track pants and a sweater and her round face breaks into a bright smile reminiscent of her father's as she drops Dick's hand to cross the last few metres to the table at a jog for her customary hug.

"She's been eating her greens," Dick says as he catches up. "Well. Green pieces of cereal," he concedes.