e, eet made ter inco cries every time oucer a

    lengtion (lengt actually took no longer tes), Dussel began to scrape out a cavity. But Mrs. van D. ention of letting il Dussel finally let go of  . . . remained stuck in Mrs. van D.s toot really did it!

    Mrs. van D. las ions, cried (as mucrument like t in your moutried to remove it, but only managed to pus in even fart of ter. Of course, t was very mean of us.

    If itd been me, Im sure I  deal of squirming, kicking, screaming and sing, Mrs. van D. finally managed to yank t, and Mr. Dussel  on  Mrs. van D. didnt ime to pull any more s tants; Mr. van D.

    and I performed our job itledquot; A Quack at ork.quot; In time, ient ting restless, since so keep an eye on quot;; soup and quot;her”

    food. One tain: itll be a ment!

    Yours, Anne

    SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1942

    Dearest Kitty,

    Im sitting  office, peering out tains. Its dusky, but t enoug to e by.

    Its really strange c. to be in suc trip over t. t I cant even tell icularly attractive to look at. ty you   to toucen-foot pole. Real slum kids and a hey say.

    Yesterday afternoon, aking a bat; if ook a fisuck tub, washen. . .”

    quot;And tomorro as dirty and tattered as t; Margot replied.

    But Im babbling. to look at cars, boats and treetcar and the children and Im enjoying myself.

    Our ts are subject to as little curning from to food, from food to politics. By terday  as t one of t gave me suco ties and une.