From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
We went to school this morning and got our promotion certificates. I got just a plain white one because of arithmetic. Grandfather said it didn’t make any difference, he loved me just the same and I told Grandmother that now maybe some man would really marry me because I could tell him I’m not too smart. She said maybe. In the afternoon I went to see Mission Dolores. It’s all right but I guess it would be more fun to see the Indians and see the Padres working or teaching.