From 8-year old Hilda Firestone’s diary:

Today Aunt Tillie punished me for biting my nails. I wasn’t allowed to wear my new lace dancing dress to dancing school. I wore my old pink one, and I was very, very, very, very unhappy. Mrs. Hinman brought Victor over to me, and she instructed us to dance the polka step we had learned, but after four or five turns, he ran away, and I ran into the cloak room, and I cried on top of all the piled coats, but I was careful not to muss up my own. Mrs. Hinman came after me and said not to be sad, that there would be another occasion, and that Victor would dance with me again, and she gave me a nickel to buy myself an ice cream cone, but when Alma came to fetch me, and I told her about the nickel, she made me give it back. She said that little ladies do not take money from people and besides I can’t have an ice cream, as it gives me hives sometimes when I eat a cone. Why should something so specially good as ice cream give you something itchy as hives? Does everything so super good give you something that is super bad?