en says, quot;Smile!quot; I t it range, so yesterday I asked ;hy

    do you al me to smile?”

    quot;Because you get dimples in your c?”

    quot;I s ty I possess.”

    quot;No, no, ts not true!”

    quot;Yes it is. I kno beautiful. I never have been and I never will be!”

    quot;I dont agree. I tty.”

    quot;I am not.”

    quot;I say you are, and youll o take my .quot; So of course I t him.

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank

    EDNESDAY, MARCh 29, 1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    Mr. Bolkestein, t Minister, speaking on tc from London, said t after tion ters dealing  imagine eresting it o publis t Annex. title alone  ective story.

    Seriously, ten years after t very amusing to read  e and alked about as Je deal about our lives, you still knotle about us. ened t Sunday, for instance,  trembled like blades of grass in the wind. Or how many epidemics are raging here.

    You knoters, and it ake me all day to describe everyto t detail. People o stand in line to buy vegetables and all kinds of goods; doctors cant visit tients, since tolen t turn ts are so common t you

    ask yourself ten into tco make t-fingered.

    Little c- and eleven- year-olds, smaseal  dare leave tes, since to come back and find all their belongings gone.

    Every day tices for turn of stolen typeers, Persian rugs, electric clocks, fabrics, etc. tric clocks on street corners are dismantled, public pripped doo t wire.

    Morale among tc be good. Everyones