From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:

Something so nice happened. That horrible Mr. Kirby that I always hated so much has been sent to prison. Alma and Gladys were talking about him in the kitchen this morning. They had just read it in the morning paper. The paper said that he had hidden something in automobile tires and sneaked it into San Francisco from Honolulu. I am so happy that he is in prison and I hope he stays there a very long time so he can’t come here for dinner. Alma says that now he will have to live in a dreadful stone cell and eat bread and water and wear a horrible red and white striped suit and he can only see Mrs. Kirby once a month. Of course I don’t think he will mind it so much, I mean not seeing Mrs. Kirby.