t before seven and immediately remembered . I ting on a cer. . . Peter Sc a book of dra t  all -- t on. Peters eyes suddenly met mine, and I stared for a long time into ty broly, quot;If Id only kno; I turned abruptly aion. And t a soft, ole c mine, and it felt so good, so good . . .

    At t point I ill feeling  mine and aring deep into my , so deep t ill do. Again my eyes filled ears, and I   at time glad because I kneainty t Peter is still the only one for me.

    Its funny, but I often  I sa I could even make out , crinkly velvet. Anotime Grandma appeared to me as a guardian angel. After t it o me t of Je whose in need.

    And noer, my dearest Peter. Ive never al image of  need a pograph, I can see him oh so well.

    Yours, Anne

    FRIDAY, ]ANUARY 7, 1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    Im suc. I forgot t I  yet told you tory of my one true love.

    tle girl, en, I took a liking to Sally Kimmel.

    . One of Sallys cousins urned out to look like a movie idol and aroused more admiration t, comical, cime  every aside from t, my love ed until Peter crossed my pat-and-out crusoo, and ton suit and me in a s summer dress. At tion  to t t ter all, good-looking and slender,  and intelligent face. iful bro his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous.

    Id gone ao tryside during summer vacation, and  ly told  a kid, because Peter stopped seeing me. I loved  I didnt  to face trut clinging to il t if I continued to cer him, people would