From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
At vacation time I am allowed to come to the dinner table. At the table, Grandfather always talks about all the things he read in the newspaper that day. Last night he said he had read about a man who was out hunting and shot himself by mistake instead of the deer. I said that I was so glad. Then everyone at the table began to scream at me, even Grandfather was mad. He said that it was a wicked thing to say, and I must think of the poor man’s family, how his wife and children feel. I said that maybe the poor deer had a wife and children too, and didn’t we learn in Sunday School that God loved everyone and everything the same? Though I really don’t understand how He can. Then Grandmother yelled to Alma to take me away, that I was driving her crazy, so Alma did and I didn’t have dessert and Grandfather didn’t bring me any either.