MONDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1943

    Dearest Kitty,

    t got to St. Nic back to last years festively decorated basket.

    More t it errible to skip a celebration ter long deliberation, I finally came up ed rim, and

    a  to ing a verse for each person.

    Sunday evening at a quarter to eigrooped upstairs carrying t, outs and boop e attached.

    Everyone  t. I removed te and read it aloud:

    quot;Once again St. Nico our hideaway;

    It  be quite as Jun, I fear, As t year.

    to doubt t optimism , And by time this year came round, ed all be free, and s* and sound.

    Still, lets not Jorget its St. Nic to give away.

    ell o find someto do:

    So everyone please look in their shoe!”

    As eacook t of t, ter.

    Inside eactle o its owner.

    Yours, Anne

    Dearest Kitty,

    A bad case of flu ed me from ing to you until today. Being sick o duck under t -- once, times -- and try to keep from coughing anymore.

    Most of time tickle refused to go a dizzy just t all ted to: sing out team treatment,  compresses, dry compresses,  drinks, s, lying still, ing pad, -er bottles, lemonade and, every tter? t part or and lay  to listen to t only did ickle, but I  to scy years ago and does ? After all,  my

    boyfriend! For t matter,  be able to tell a hy one.

    o , since  enoug my illness. Im fit as a fiddle again. Ive gro  itco get back to my books.

    Ausna ting on oget probably  last long. t been suc in t leas