From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Aunt Tillie had some of her friends to the house today. One of them played the piano and another lady sang and everyone said that she sang so beautifully but I know that she didn’t. She sounded just like an ambulance when it rushes down the street but I didn’t tell her so.
The description of Aunt Tillie’s friend’s singing is reminiscent of Florence Foster Jenkins. Hilda is learning self-restraint rather than blurting out every reaction or opinion. At least once in awhile.