From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:

When I went to bed last night, Alma came to kiss me good-bye. She said that I must love Snacha even if I think I won’t, and always be a good girl, or else Sancha would think that Alma had not taught me pretty manners. She said that Sancha would bring me to see her sometimes, and every time I would come she wanted to hear about the nice things I had done.