From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
I didn’t have a real birthday party yesterday, just relations. Tante Esther came, and she brought me two pair of stockings and I threw them at her. I said that stockings were no present, that my grandmother buys me stockings. I yelled and stamped my feet. I am forbidden to stamp my feet. Alma says that only horses do that. I am forbidden to yell too, except when I am alone in my room. Alma said it is bad manners to yell in public. It is also bad manners to cry in public. It is bad manners to do anything in public. Alma says that I must learn that, and to learn to accept a gift even if you don’t like it. Even if you don’t like it, you have to say that you do. I asked if that wasn’t lying, but Alma said no, it was politeness. I don’t see the difference.