them　how　i　cried　or　how　sensibly　im　behaving。　its　horrible。
  and　sometimes　they　talk　about　moortje　and　i　cant　take　that　at　all。　moortje　is　my　weak　spot。　i　miss　her　every　minute　of　the　day；　and　no　one　knows　how　often　i　think　of　her；　whenever　i　do；　my　eyes　fill　with　tears。　moortje　is　so　sweet；　and　i　love　her　so　much　that　i　keep　dreaming　shell　e　back　to　us。
  i　have　plenty　of　dreams；　but　the　reality　is　that　well　have　to　stay　here　until　the　war　is　over。　we　cant　ever　go　outside；　and　the　only　visitors　we　can　have　are　miep；　her　husband　jan；　bep　voskuijl；　mr。　voskuijl；　mr。　kugler；　mr。　kleiman　and　mrs。　kleiman；　though　she　hasnt　e　because　she　thinks　its　too　dangerous。
  ment　added　by　anne　in　september　1942：　daddys　always　so　nice。　he　understands　me　perfectly；　and　i　wish　we　could　have　a　heart…to…heart　talk　sometime　without　my　bursting　instantly　into　tears。　but　apparently　that　has　to　do　with　my　age。
  id　like　to　spend　all　my　time　writing；　but　that　would　probably　get　boring。
  up　to　now　ive　only　confided　my　thoughts　to　my　diary。　i　still　havent　gotten　around　to　writing　amusing　sketches　that　i　could　read　aloud　at　a　later　date。　in　the　future　im　going　to　devote　less　time　to　sentimentality　and　more　time　to　reality。
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  AUGUST；　1942
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  friday；　august　14；　1942
  dear　kitty；
  ive　deserted　you　for　an　entire　month；　but　so　little　has　happened　that　i　cant　find　a
  newsworthy　item　to　relate　every　single　day。　the　van　daans　arrived　on　july　13。　we　thought　they　were　ing　on　the　fourteenth；　but　from　the　thirteenth　to　sixteenth　the　germans　were　sending　out　call…up　notices　right　and　left　and　causing　a　lot　of　unrest；　so　they　decided　it　would　be　safer　to　leave　a　day　too　early　than　a　day　too　late。
  peter　van　daan　arrived　at　nine…thirty　in　the　morning　（while　we　were　still　at　breakfast）。　peters　going　on　sixteen；　a　shy；　awkward　boy　whose　pany　wont　amount　to　much。　mr。　and　mrs。　van　daan　came　half　an　hour　later。
  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?br />
  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
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  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?br />
  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；　bega