“Peter,” I said, “You know I’m always honest, so why shouldn’t I tell you that we can see their faults too.” And among other things I also said, “I would so like to help you. Peter, can’t I? You are in such an awkward position and, although you don’t say anything, it doesn’t mean that you
don’t care.”
“Oh, I would always welcome your help.”
“Perhaps you would do better to go to Daddy, he wouldn’t let anything go any further, take it from me, you can easily tell him!”
“Yes, he is a real pal.”
“You’re very fond of him, aren’t you?” Peter nodded and I went on: “And he is of you too!”
He looked up quickly and blushed, it was really moving to see how
these few words pleased him.
“Do you think so?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, “you can easily tell by little things that slip out now and then!”
Peter is a first-rate chap, too, just like Daddy.
Yours, Anne
Friday, 3 March, 1944
Dear Kitty, When I looked into the candle this evening I felt calm and happy.
Granny seems to be in the candle and it is Granny, too who shelters and protects me and who always makes me feel happy again.
But... there is someone else who governs all my moods and that is … Peter. When I went up to get potatoes today and was still standing on the stepladder with the pan, he at once asked, “What have you been doing since lunch?” I went and sat on the steps and we started talking.
