He laughed heartily.
"Look as though you weren't going to be photographed," he suggested.
"Liza, for goodness' sake look as though you were baking the bread; and Hans, try and believe that you are doing some of your beautiful carving." The patience of the photographer was something wonderful.

At last he succeeded in making them appear at their ease.

And then he told Liza that she must go and change her dress, and be photographed now in the way he wished.

She came down again, looking fifty times prettier in her working clothes.
Now he was in his element.

He arranged Liza and Hans on the sledge of timber, which had then driven up, and made a picturesque group of them all: Hans and Liza sitting side by side on the timber, the horses standing there so patiently after their long journey through the forests, the driver leaning against his sledge smoking his long china pipe.
"That will be something like a picture," he said to Bernardine, when the performance was over.