My dearest Kitty,

    Its like a nig goes on long after Im a be  let tice, and I o pretend to be c is aching.

    Peter Scer van Daan ed into one Peter, ing, and Margots t, since sakes advantage of my smiling face to claim me for  is to be left alone.

    Peter didnt join me in ttic, but  up to t to do some carpentry work.

    At every rasp and bang, anotance a clock olling Be pure in , be pure in mind!”

    Im sentimental, I kno and foolis too.

    Oh, help me!

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank