From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
Today Sancha didn’t take me to the butcher shop, she took me to a moving picture theater. It was so dreadful and I am afraid to go to bed tonight. In the picture show was a little, ugly man sitting in a bathtub and a woman came in with a long knife and she stuck it into him. Then there were millions of people around a platform and men on horseback and more men with drums. Then someone dragged in the woman who had killed the man in the bath tub. They put her up on the platform and then tied her to a board and then I saw that there was a long knife hanging over her head and I closed my eyes but I could hear the loud roll on the drums. Finally when I opened my eyes, I saw someone holding the woman’s head up by her hair and it was just terrible, terrible, too terrible!
I could not find the movie Hilda went to see. It sounds like it was about the French Revolution and the death of Marat at the hands of Charlotte Corday.
On this cliffhanger, Hilda stops writing in her diary for a few weeks, and we won’t hear from her again until April 4.