From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
I saw the baby. She was lying in a little basket by Aunt Hazel’s bed. A lot of ladies were there and they all kept on saying how beautiful the baby is. She isn’t. She doesn’t look like much at all, but I love Aunt Hazel, so I just didn’t say anything. I brought the baby a big bag of graham crackers for a present. Aunt Hazel was very sleepy and as she yawned, she said, “Thank you, dear. I’ll eat them later, and you know, that will help nourish the baby too.” I don’t see how, and I wanted to ask, but it seemed so silly.