Fatil one, in my oil one-ty, and  two.

    But t on coming. At last topped firing and I o go back quot;; again. I finally fell asleep at  two.

    Seven oclock. I aart and sat up in bed. Mr. van Daan her.

    My first t ;Everyt; I  everytolen. But no, time it  .

    e jumped for joy. After ts of yesterday, finally someto the war, hope for peace.

    Mr. Kugler dropped by and told us t t factory  hard.

    Meano , and the

    last t to do is  no Italy and t the year are keeping us awake. .

    Yours, Anne

    thURSDAY, JULY 29, 1943

    Dearest Kitty,

    Mrs. van Daan, Dussel and I remely quiet. to notice, so in order to avoid any questions, I quickly racked my brains for a neutral topic. I t treet mig t I couldnt have been more wrong; if Mrs.

    van Daan doesnt jump do, Mr. Dussel does. It all boiled doo this:

    Mr. Dussel o Margot and me as an example of excellent ing. e t it  t. ttle boy rayed  as for t. . . tter. I mentioned someto t effect able tirade.

    quot;and t of a c so difficult [!]. But youre far too young to read a book like t. Even a ty-year-old man o compre.quot; (So  to Margot and me?)

    Mrs. van D. and Dussel continued t;You knooo muc t supposed to. Youve been brouger on, o enjoy anyt ty years ago in some book. Youd better  to catco be a disappointment to you. You already knoo kno in practice? ts anotory!”

    Can you imagine ? I astonis;You may t been raised properly, but many people would disagree!”