Until it is over

You are wild . . .self-willed

I've never had a diary and I've always longed for one

They'll arrest you if you go out without your star

You must never go beyond that door

"Quack, Quack," said Mrs. Quack Quack.

Why aren't you more like Margot?

The air raids are getting worse.

In spite of everything, I still believe people are truly good at heart.

Until it is over