From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Last night, I wanted to see if God could really do anything that he wanted to do. It is because while I was writing in this book yesterday I got an ink spot on my new dress. The yellow and blue gingham one, my very favorite. So I hid the dress under the other dresses in my drawer and then I went into the dark closet and got down on my knees. I closed my eyes and prayed very hard and very politely I said, “Dear God, please take the spot out of my dress and please take it out before anyone sees it. If you help me this once, I will be good all the rest of my life and I do, really do, believe in you.” I said that about a billion times and God must have heard me. Then I went to bed. I woke up early and crept out of bed before Alma was up. I went straight to the dresser drawer and pulled out my dress. The spot was exactly where it was yesterday, right in the middle of the skirt. Now I don’t know whether God really wanted to get the spot out and he couldn’t, or if he just didn’t want to bother.