From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Today Miss Cashen made each of us write a composition about the thing we liked best that we saw in the museum. The thing I liked best was the little old man who collected the umbrellas and cameras and canes at the entrance. So I wrote my composition about him. Of course I don’t know anything about him but I pretended that I did. I said that I liked him because he had a sweet smile and he looked like he was gentle. I then thought of the word “gentleman,” and perhaps all gentlemen are not gentle, especially Uncle Felix, but I didn’t write that. Then I said that he lives in a tiny white house with a dog and white cat and a little old wife with white hair, and that all the flowers in the garden were white, and all the dishes, and all the frosting on all the cakes were white, too. And I also said that sometimes a white cow came to visit them and she was always invited into the house to have tea with the white cat and the white dog.