From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
I was naughty last night. Grandmother says “wicked” but Grandfather got mad and said that wicked is only when you kill someone or steal or tell lies that hurt people. He said that what I said to Mr. Leon wasn’t very nice but that after all I was only a child. Besides he said that it was Grandmother’s fault for always making me “How do you do” to the grown-up company. Mr. and Mrs. Leon were here for dinner last night, so I had to go to the parlor before I went to bed. I didn’t know Mr. Leon and Grandmother said, “Hilda, you know Mrs. Leon. She was here for tea just a week ago. This is her husband.” So I said very politely, “I’m very pleased to meet you Mr. Leon.”, then I remembered what Mrs. Leon told the ladies and so I asked him why he didn’t give Mrs. Leon any peace at night. I explained, “You know, sometimes ladies are very tired and they like to be quiet and don’t want to fight” but I couldn’t finish what I was saying because Grandmother screeched “Hilda!” the way she always does when she’s mad and sent me flying upstairs. Later she came up and asked me how I dared be so rude and talk about things I didn’t know anything about and she said she was so ashamed of me she could hardly go back to the parlor but she did.