Hello and I walked on and on and the end of it all was that I should meet him at five minutes to seven in the front of his house next evening.
Yours, Anne
Friday, 3 July, 1942
Dear Kitty, Hello visited us yesterday to meet my parents. I had bought a cream cake, sweets, tea, and fancy biscuits, quite a spread, but neither Hello nor I felt like sitting stiffly side by side indefinitely, so we went for a walk, and it was already ten past eight when he brought me home. Daddy was very cross, and thought it was very wrong of me because it is dangerous for Jews to be out after eight o’clock, and I had to promise to be in at ten to eight in future.
Tomorrow, I’ve been invited to his house. My girl friend Jacqueline teases me the whole time about Hello. I’m honestly not in love, oh no, I can surely have boy friends—no one thinks anything of that—but one boy friend, or beau, as Mother calls him, seems to be quite different.
Hello went to see Wilma one evening and she told me that she asked him, “Who do you like best, Ursula or Anne?” He said, ‘It’s nothing to do with you’ But when he left (they hadn’t chatted together any more the whole evening), saying, “Now listen, it’s Anne, so long, and don’t tell a soul.” And like a flash he was gone.
It’s easy to see that Hello is in love with me, rather fun for a change.
Margot would say, “Hello is a decent lad.” I agree, but he is more than that.
Mummy is full of praise: a good-looking boy, a well-behaved, nice boy. I’m glad that the whole family approve of him. He likes them too, but he thinks my girl friends are very childish, and he’s quite right.
