ake 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 the entire family was listening to the radio in the private office； he took his treasure and stole off to the loft again。 he should have been back by eight…thirty； but he was so engrossed in the book that he forgot the time and was just ing down the stairs when his father entered the room。 the scene that followed was not surprising： after a slap； a whack and a tug…of…war； the book lay on the table and peter was in the loft。
this is how matters stood when it was time for the family to eat。 peter stayed upstairs。 no one gave him a moments thought； hed have to go to bed without his dinner。 we continued eating； chatting merrily away； when suddenly we heard a piercing whistle。 we lay down our forks and stared at each other； the shock clearly visible on our pale faces。
then we heard peters voice through the chimney： 〃i won t e down！〃
mr。 van daan leapt up； his napkin falling to the floor； and shouted； with the blood rushing to his face； 〃ive had enough！鈥�
father； afraid of what might happen； grabbed him by the arm and the two men went to the attic。 after much struggling and kicking； peter wound up in his room with the door shut； and we went on eating。
mrs。 van daan wanted to save a piece of bread for her darling son； but mr。 van d。
was adamant。 〃if he doesnt apologize this minute； hell have to sleep in the loft。鈥�
we protested that going without dinner was enough punishment。 what if peter were to catch cold？ we wouldnt be able to call a doctor。
peter didnt apologize； and returned to the loft。
mr。 van daan decided to leave well enough alone； though he did note the next morning that peters bed had been slept in。 at seven peter went to the attic again； but was persuaded to e downstairs when father spoke a few friendly words to him。 after three days of sullen looks and stubborn silence； everything was back to normal。
yours； anne monday； september 21； 1942
dearest kitty；
today ill tell you the general news here in the annex。 a lamp has been mounted above my divan bed so that in the future； when i hear the guns going off； ill be able to pull a cord and switch on the light。 i cant use it at the moment because were keeping our window open a little； day and night。
the male members of the van daan contingent have built a very handy wood…stained food safe； with real screens。 up to now this glorious cupboard has been located in peters room； but in the interests of fresh air its been moved to the attic。 where it once stood； theres now a shelf。 i advised peter to put his table underneath the shelf； add a nice rug and hang his own cupboard where the table now stands。 that might make his little cubbyhole more fy； though i certainly wouldnt like to sleep there。
mrs。 van daan is unbearable。 im continually being scolded for my incessant chatter when im upstairs。 i simply let the words bounce right off me！ madame now has a
new trick up her sleeve： trying to get out of washing the pots and pans。 if theres a bit of food left at the bottom of the pan； she leaves it to spoil instead of transferring it to a glass dish。 then in the afternoon when margot is stuck with cleaning all the pots and pans； madame exclaims； 〃oh； poor margot； you have so much work to do！鈥�
every other week mr。 kleiman brings me a couple of books written for girls my age。
im enthusiastic about the loop ter heul series。 ive enjoyed all of cissy van marxveldts books very much。 ive read the zaniest summer four times； and the ludicrous situations still make me laugh。
father and i are currently working on our family tree； and he tells me something about each person as we go along。 ive begun my schoolwork。 im working hard at french； cramming five irregular verbs into my head every day。 but ive forgotten much too much of what i learned in school。
peter has taken up his english with great reluctance。 a few schoolbooks have just arrived； and i brought a large supply of notebooks； pencils； erasers and labels from home。 pim （thats our pet name for father） wants me to help him with his dutch lessons。 im perfectly willing to tutor him in exchange for his assistance with french and other subjects。 but he makes the most unbelievable mistakes！
i sometimes listen to the dutch broadcasts from london。 prince bernhard recently announced that princess juliana is expecting a baby in january； which i think is wonderful。 no one here understands why i take such an interest in the royal family。
a few nights ago i was the topic of discussion； and we all decided i was an ignoramus。 as a result； i threw myself into my schoolwork the next day； since i have little desire to still be a freshman when im fourteen or fifteen。 the fact that im hardly allowed to read anything was also discussed。 at the moment； mothers reading gentlemen； wives and servants； and of course im not allowed to read it （though margot is！）。 first i have to be more intellectually developed； like my genius of a sister。 then we discussed my ignorance of philosophy； psychology and physiology （i immediately looked up these big words in the dictionary！）。 its true； i dont know anything about these subjects。 but maybe ill be smarter next year！
ive e to the shocking conclusion that i have only one long…sleeved dress and three cardigans to wear in the winter。 fathers given me permission to knit a white wool sweater； the yarn isnt very pretty； but itll be warm； and thats what counts。
some of our clothing was left with friends； but unfortunately we wont be able to get to it until after the war。 provided its still there； of course。
id just finished writing something about mrs。 van daan when she walked into the room。 thump； i slammed the book shut。
〃hey； anne； cant i even take a peek？鈥�
〃no； mrs。 van daan。鈥�
〃just the last page then？鈥�
〃no； not even the last page； mrs。 van daan。鈥�
of course； i nearly died； since that particular page contained a rather unflattering description of her。
theres something happening every day； but im too tired and lazy to write it all down。
yours； anne friday； september 25； 1942
dearest kitty；
father has a friend； a man in his mid…seventies named mr。 dreher； whos sick； poor and deaf as a post。 at his side； like a useless appe