From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Last night in bed, I kept feeling happy that no one had thought of naming me after my father. His name is Solomon and I’d hate to be Solomonine.
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From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Last night in bed, I kept feeling happy that no one had thought of naming me after my father. His name is Solomon and I’d hate to be Solomonine.