From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Now I can write a little bit more about Monday night. Last night I got very sleepy but on Monday night I was not sleepy at all. In the middle of my supper upstairs with Alma, Aunt Tillie came in and said that the company had finished dinner and wanted to see me downstairs in the parlor. So Alma combed my hair and she braided a pretty ribbon full of rosebuds into it and she scrubbed my hands and nails with a scrubbing brush, and then I went downstairs. Suzanne looked just like a queen, only I had never seen a Queen dressed in black before. Her dress was velvet and full of little ermine tails and her hair was so soft and curly and a bit wild. The gentlemen looked as if they were made of patent leather, like my dancing school slippers, all in shiny black suits and they smelled so nice but not of scented flowers. I went from one gentleman to the other and they patted my head and asked whose little girl I was and if they should wait for me to grow up so they could marry me. I said, “Thank you very much, but don’t wait because I want to marry Victor.” Then I had to tell them all about Victor and one of them laughed and said that he would have to come to my dancing class one day. Then Alma took me back upstairs and let me have an extra portion of chocolate pudding. The pudding was good, I didn’t much like the company.
We heard about Victor in Hilda’s January 5th and 6th diary entries.