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