From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Something so funny happened last night. Aunt Etta’s sister and her husband were here for dinner and of course Claire too. Afterward we went to the parlor and right away Claire walked over to the cabinet and took Grandmother’s favorite ornament out of it. Such a pretty one. A little girl in a navy blue skirt and a yellow blouse and a pale blue handkerchief on her head and a basket over her arm and no shoes or stockings and she is walking across the grass with a lot of ducks and geese following her. Claire just held it in her hands. She didn’t hurt it at all and she was just going to put it back when Grandmother took it away from her. Then she dropped it. It broke into a million pieces. Then everyone went home. Grandmother sat down and cried but I couldn’t stop laughing even though I knew it was naughty to do so. Besides, I was sorry about the little goose girl. Grandmother was still mad this morning, and the more Grandfather kept telling her that it wasn’t Claire’s fault, the madder she got.