MONDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1942

        Dearest Kitty,

        . Nic. e didnt make mud lig supply,    ten minutes, but as long as    doesnt matter. Mr. van Daan made a menora of    aken care of too.

        St. Nicurday    our curiosity ed to somet eigrooped doairs tc gave me tairs!) to tc, si    .

        "O; we all cried.

        In t decorated er.

        e quickly took t upstairs tle gift for everyone, including an appropriate verse. Since youre famte eaic copy them down for you.

        I received a Ke bookends, and so on. ell any    of us ed St. Nicime to begin.

        Yours, Anne

        PS. e also s for everyone doairs, a fe over from teful for money.

        today ery to me!

        thURSDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1942

        Dearest Kitty,

        Mr. van Daao be in t, sausage and spice business. , treat deligs alents t have e in handy now.

        e ordered a large amount of meat (uer, of course) t o preserve in case times ao make brat, sausages a. I c t times. ts to t and used a long pipe to force ture into the gs.

        e ate t    for lunc to be ed, o dry first, so    into laug was suc.

        tcter t t.    ted apron, g to do everyt once: learning Dutc of a book, stirring tc, sig s o get rid of t beion and tio tove dabbing ea. Pim, seated in t o move    to stay out of tism must ly er , atoes.    rigo it, none of us g Mr. van Daan.

        Dussel al practice. Just for fun, Ill describe t patient.

        Mot victim, sat do, and vaseli made ter inco cries every time oucer a

        lengtio actually took no loes), Dussel began to scrape out a cavity. But Mrs. van D. ention of letting il Dussel finally let go of    . . . remaiu Mrs. van D.s toot really did it!

        Mrs. van D. las ions, cried (as mucrument like t in your moutried to remove it, but only mao pus in even fart of ter. Of course, t was very mean of us.

        If itd been me, Im sure I    deal of squirming, kig, screaming and sing, Mrs. van D. finally mao yank t, and Mr. Dussel    on    Mrs. van D. didnt ime to pull any more s tants; Mr. van D.

        and I performed our job itled" A Quack at ork." In time, ient tiless, since so keep an eye on "; soup and "her”

        food. Oain: itll be a ment!

        Yours, Anne

        SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1942

        Dearest Kitty,

        Im sitting    office, peering out tains. Its dusky, but t enoug to e by.

        Its really strange c. to be in suc trip over t. t I t even tell icularly attractive to look at. ty you     to tou-foot pole. Real slum kids and a hey say.

        Yesterday afternoon, aking a bat; if ook a fisuck tub, washen. . .”

        "And tomorro as dirty and tattered as t; Margot replied.

        But Im babbling. to look at cars, boats and treetcar and the children and Im enjoying myself.

        Our ts are subject to as little ing from to food, from food to politics. By terday    as t one of t gave me suco ties and une.

        Across from us is a . tain lives ttle dog only by its bark and by its tail,    a ss just started raining and most of ts, and noog-capped ually, I dont eveo look. By no a glance: goo fat from eating potatoes, dressed in a red reen coat and    s are eitheir husbands.

        Yours, Anne

        tUESDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1942

        Dearest Kitty,

        ted to    ra quarter pound of butter for Cmas. Acc to titled to    t tion books from t, not Je ration books on t. Eaco bake sometter. tcs very busy upstairs, and Mot Im not to do any studying or reading until all the household chores have been finished.

        Mrs. van Daan is lying in bed nursing antly demands t tisfied s ba    and     up after    admit, sraordinarily , and as long as sal dition, se cheerful.

        As if I dont ;s; enoug;too muoise, my dear roommate ;s; to me all nigoo. Acc to    even turn over. I refuse to take any notice of    time o s back.

        s more exasperating aistical as t for t ic ularly infuriating on Sundays,    to exercise for ten minutes.

        to me, torment seems to last for o make my bed longer are stantly being jiggled under my sleepy er rounding off h a few vigorous arm swings, his Lordship begins dressing.

        o get it and t my bed. But ie is on table, so once again    the chairs.

        But I mustnt e any more of your time griping about disgusting old men. It    ters anyu nately o be abandoned is of peace.

        O to be reasonable about everytudying, listen ing, ongues,    knoo begin oo quickly and I     by time the war is over.

        Yours, Anne
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