thURSDAY, MARCh 4, 1943

    Dearest Kitty,

    Mrs. van D. arted calling  doesnt mean anyto you, so let me explain. A certain Mr.

    Beaverbrook often talks on t oo lenient bombardment of Germany. Mrs. van Daan, s everyone, including Cs, is in complete agreement h Mr.

    Beaverbrook. So  it o tered by tion, o call her Mrs. Beaverbrook from now on.

    ere getting a neo Germany. ts bad for  good for us because t be famtill afraid of the warehouse.

    Ganding again.

    t is doing a booming business. If uff ourselves silly. Our greengrocer buys potatoes from t;equot; and brings to te office. Since s were  of coming during lunc.

    So muc t t s us ;a; Mrs. van D. sairs; one more  sick.

    I dont t pectin and pepper. As long as youre in t make candy?

    A veritable torm of words came crashis morning.

    t my ears ;Annes bad t; annd quot;van Daans good t.quot; Fire and brimstone!

    Yours, Anne

    EDNESDAY, MARCh 10, 1943

    Dearest Kitty,

    e  circuit last nig, til daill  gotten over my fear of planes and sing, and I crao

    Fat for comfort. I kno sounds c  till it o you! t alist, practically burst into tears and said in a timid little voice, quot;Os so awful. O; -- w;Im so scared.”

    It didnt seem nearly as bad by candlelig did in to relig: to be no lig of macs ten times iaircraft guns.

    Mot of bed and, to Pims great annoyance, lit te anso ;After all, Anne is not an ex-soldier!quot; And t !

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