NOVEMBER, 1943
so een, tain pen o togetless diaries and compositions. Id turned fourteen and my fountain pen year of its life h me when . . .
It after five on Friday afternoon. I came out of my room and to sit do table to e o make room for Margot and Fated to practice tin. tain pen remained unused on table, iny corner of table, o tate. At a quarter to six I s t into a neten beans, and tossed it into tove. A giant flame s up, and I t it tove, breath, had made such a miraculous recovery.
All again. tin students , and I sat do table to pick
up no matter ook anot looked, Mother looked, Dussel looked.
But it had vanished.
quot;Maybe it fell in tove, along ; Margot suggested.
quot;No, it couldnt ; I replied.
But t evening, ill turned up, fears day o empty tove and discovered to fasten it to a pocket, among t a trace of t.
quot;It must ed into stone,quot; Fatured.
Im left ion, small t may be: my fountain pen ed, just as I o be someday!
Yours, Anne
EDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
Recent events s foundations. Oo an outbreak of dip Beps, s be alloo come in contact h us for six weeks.
it , not to mention ill in bed and en not gruel for to his neck in work.
Margot sends in lessons to a teacs and turns them.
Sered under Beps name. teacty too. I bet o student.
Dussel is in a turmoil and knoairs; excher Mr.
or Mrs. van Daan. e all noticed it. t on for a fe