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much to our amusement； mrs。 van daan was carrying a hatbox with a large chamber pot inside。 〃i just dont feel at home without my chamber pot；〃 she exclaimed； and it was the first item to find a permanent place under the divan。 instead of a chamber pot； mr。 van d。 was lugging a collapsible tea table under his arm。
from the first； we ate our meals together； and after three days it felt as if the seven of us had bee one big family。 naturally； the van daans had much to tell about the week wed been away from civilization。 we were especially interested in what had happened to our apartment and to mr。 goldschmidt。
mr。 van daan filled us in： 〃monday morning at nine； mr。 goldschmidt phoned and asked if i could e over。 i went straightaway and found a very distraught mr。
goldschmidt。 he showed me a note that the frank family had left behind。 as instructed； he was planning to bring the cat to the neighbors； which i agreed was a good idea。 he was afraid the house was going to be searched； so we w=nt through all the rooms； straightening up here and there and clearing the breakfast things off the table。 suddenly i saw a notepad on mrs。 franks desk； with an address in maastricht written on it。 even though i knew mrs。 frank had left it on purpose； i pretended to be surprised and horrified and begged mr。 goldschmidt to burn this incriminating piece of paper。 i swore up and down that i knew nothing about your disappearance； but that the note had given me an idea。 mr。 goldschmidt； i said； i bet i know what this address refers to。 about six months ago a high…ranking officer came to the office。 it seems he and mr。 frank grew up together。 he promised to help mr。 frank if it was ever necessary。 as i recall； he was stationed in maastricht。 i think this officer has kept his word and is somehow planning to help them cross over to belgium and then to switzerland。 theres no harm in telling this to any friends of the franks who e asking about them。 of course； you dont need to mention the part about maastricht。 and after that i left。 this is the story most of your friends have been told； because i heard it later from several other people。鈥�
we thought it was extremely funny； but we laughed even harder when mr。 van daan told us that certain people have vivid imaginations。 for example； one family living on
our square claimed they sawall four of us riding by on our bikes early in the morning； and another woman was absolutely positive wed been loaded into some kind of military vehicle in the middle of the night。
yours； anne
friday； august 21； 1942
dear kitty；
now our secret annex has truly bee secret。
because so many houses are being searched for hidden bicycles； mr。 kugler thought it would be better to have a bookcase built in front of the entrance to our hiding place。
it swings out on its hinges and opens like a door。 mr。 voskuijl did the carpentry work。
（mr。 voskuijl has been told that the seven of us are in hiding； and hes been most helpful。）
now whenever we want to go downstairs we have to duck and then jump。 after the first three days we were all walking around with bumps on our foreheads from banging our heads against the low doorway。 then peter cushioned it by nailing a towel stuffed with wood shavings to the doorframe。 lets see if it helps！
im not doing much schoolwork。 ive given myself a vacation until september。 father wants to start tutoring me then； but we have to buy all the books first。
theres little change in our lives here。 peters hair was washed today； but thats nothing special。 mr。 van daan and i are always at loggerheads with each other。 mama always treats me like a baby； which i cant stand。 for the rest； things are going better。 i dont think peters gotten any nicer。 hes an obnoxious boy who lies around on his bed all day； only rousing himself to do a little carpentry work before returning to his nap。 what a dope！
mama gave me another one of her dreadful sermons this morning。 we take the opposite view of everything。 daddys a sweetheart； he may get mad at me； but it never lasts longer than five minutes。
its a beautiful day outside； nice and hot； and in spite of everything； we make the most of the weather by lounging on the folding bed in the attic。
yours； anne
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SEPTEMBER； 1942
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wednesday； september 2； 1942
dearest kitty；
mr。 and mrs。 van daan have had a terrible fight。 ive never seen anything like it； since mother and father wouldnt dream of shouting at each other like that。 the argument was based on something so trivial it didnt seem worth wasting a single word on it。
oh well； to each his own。
of course； its very difficult for peter； who gets caught in the middle； but no one takes peter seriously anymore； since hes hypersensitive and lazy。 yesterday he was beside himself with worry because his tongue was blue instead of pink。 this rare phenomenon disappeared as quickly as it came。 today hes walking around with a heavy scarf on because hes got a stiff neck。 his highness has been plaining of lumbago too。 aches and pains in his heart； kidneys and lungs are also par for the course。 hes an absolute hypochondriac！ （thats the right word； isnt it？）
mother and mrs。 van daan arent getting along very well。 there are enough reasons for the friction。 to give you one small example； mrs。 van d。 has removed all but three of her sheets from our munal linen closet。 shes assuming that mothers can be used for both families。 shell be in for a nasty surprise when she discovers that mother has followed her lead。
furthermore； mrs。 van d。 is ticked off because were using her china instead of ours。
shes still trying to find out what weve done with our plates； theyre a lot closer than she thinks； since theyre packed in cardboard boxes in the attic； behind a load of opekta advertising material。 as long as were in hiding； the plates will remain out of her reach。 since im always having accidents； its just as well！ yesterday i broke one of mrs。 van d。s soup bowls。
〃oh！〃 she angrily exclaimed。 〃cant you be more careful？ that was my last one。鈥�
please bear in mind； kitty； that the two ladies speak abominable dutch （i dont dare ment on the gentlemen： theyd be highly insulted）。 if you were to hear their bungled attempts； youd laugh your head off。 weve given up pointing out their errors； since correcting them doesnt help anyway。 whenever i quote mother or mrs。 van daan； ill write proper dutch instead of trying to duplicate their speech。
last week there was a brief interruption in our monotonous routine。 this was provided by peter and a book about women。 i should explain that margot and peter are allowed to read nearly all the books mr。 kleiman lends us。 but the adults preferred to keep this special book to themselves。 this immediately piqued peters curiosity。 what forbidden fruit did it contain？ he snuck off with it when his mother was downstairs talking； and took himself and his booty to the loft。 for two days all was well。 mrs。
van daan knew what he was up to； but kept mum until mr。 van daan found out about it。 he threw a fit； took the book away and assumed that would be the end of the business。 however； hed neglected to take his sons curiosity into account。 peter； not in the least fazed by his fathers swift action； began thinking up ways to read the rest of this vastly interesting book。
in the meantime； mrs。 van d。 asked mother for her opinion。 mother didnt think this particular book was suitable for margot； but she saw no harm in letting her read most other books。
you see； mrs。 van daan； mother said； theres a big difference between margot and peter。 to begin with； margots a girl； and girls are always more mature than boys。
second； shes already read many serious books and doesnt go looking for those which are no longer forbidden。 third； margots much more sensible and intellectually advanced； as a result of her four years at an excellent school。鈥�
mrs。 van daan agreed with her； but felt it was wrong as a matter of principle to let youngsters read books written for adults。
meanwhile； peter had thought of a suitable time when no one would be interested in either him or the book。 at seven…thirty in the evening； when t