toren bells ed off to be melted do time, eit or day. I still  titute, made of tin or copper or some suco remind the clock.

    Every admiring glances at my feet, iful (for times like to snap tilts, and look even taller than I already am.

    Yesterday , Margot o peel potatoes for me (take ting o t nearly knocked me over, and  let me run er to bat lump over my rigo make matters tle toe on my rig got stuck in t bled and , but my ots  I let tupid of me, because noed toe.  ape, I cant get my .

    Dussel  us in danger for teentime. ually i-Mussolini tirade, ;You brutes!quot; and  on  dare t o ers.

    Yours, Anne

    A Daily Ctle Community: Peeling Potatoes!

    One person goes to get some ne for atoes; and ter.

    Mr. Dussel begins.  al op,

    glancing left and rigo see if everyone is doing it t!

    quot;Look, Anne, I am taking peeler in my op to bottom!

    Nein, not so . . . but so!”

    quot;I t; I say tentatively.

    quot;But t ake from me. Of course, it is no matter, you do t.”

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