From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
This morning Aunt Tillie said that to punish me for liking dogs and cats better than babies they were not going to take me to Suzanne’s ballet tonight. I started to cry and stamp my feet and I said that dogs and cats were not only nicer than babies they were nicer than people and that no dog or cat would make me stay home from the ballet. So I was locked in my room but when Grandfather came home, he came right upstairs and when I told him what was the matter he said, “Kindchen, if you don’t go to the ballet I won’t go either.” So, I guess I’m going. Then Grandmother came upstairs and said that if I wanted to go out tonight I must stay in my bed and rest and I mustn’t write any more in this book because she doesn’t want any ink on the sheets. So I must stop now.