I just cannot get any of my work done around here! I mean, mein gott these people are loud! Anne is the worst of them. She just never shuts up, so I can see why they call her Mrs. Quack Quack. She’s been complaining about how she has too little time to write in her diary, but why is she unable to write in it anywhere other than the desk in our room? I am writing this in my bed at the moment, and the loft is just as private of a place as here, especially because she can be near to Peter. They seem totally smitten with one another, well enough to be left up there, out of the view of the rest of us. I heard she wanted to publish her diary. What a silly idea! Who would want to read some girl’s diary for entertainment? Judging by how she acts towards
