From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:

This is Sunday. This morning I went to Sunday School, and this afternoon Grandmother, Grandfather, and I called on Tante Esther. It was very hard, and it made me hate her more, and I just couldn’t say the things that Grandmother told me to say. I couldn’t say I was wrong. Besides, they didn’t know that I listened behind the door this morning and heard Grandfather say, “The child is not really wrong, stockings are not really a present for a child to receive.” So, I just said that I was sorry that I yelled and threw the stockings back at her, and she kissed me and said that she loved me so, so then, I said, “Please don’t bring me any more stockings for a present.” I think that Grandmother was beginning to be mad at me, all over again, but then the tea things came, and she forgot to be.