ot;Just t page then?”

    quot;No, not even t page, Mrs. van Daan.”

    Of course, I nearly died, since t particular page contained a rattering description of her.

    t Im too tired and lazy to e it all down.

    Yours, Anne FRIDAY, SEPtEMBER 25, 1942

    Dearest Kitty,

    Faties named Mr. Dre. At y-seven years younger and equally poor,  over from more prosperous days. t nuisance to Fatly patience ic old man on till living at o advise o put a gramop of t  every tes, quot;Yes, Mr. Dre; and quot;No, Mr. Dre; since tood a hy replies anyway.

    today Mr. Dreo come and see him. Mr.

    Kugler  in t Miep canceled tment. Mrs. Dreimes, but since Miep edly out tire afternoon, so imitate Beps voice. Doairs in tairs in t y. Nos Mrs. Dre; and Miep o laug ted e giggle. Cant you just picture it?

    t to be test office in the

    office girls ogether!

    Some evenings I go to ttle c. e eat quot;mothball cookies”

    (molasses cookies t ored in a closet t ime. Recently tion  Peter. I said t en pats me on t like. typically groer like a broter. quot;O; I said, but ;O; Just imagine! I added t Peters a bit stiff, per used to being around girls are like t.

    I must say t ttee (tion) is very creative. Listen to to get a message to Mr. Broks, an Opekta Co. sales representative and friend iously hings for us!

    to type a letter to a store oly, one of Opekta s customers and ask o fill out a form and send it back in te tter is returned from Zealand, t