| Question | Answer |
| Annemarie looked up, panting, just as she reached the corner. Her laughter stopped. Her heart seemed to skip a beat. | 1
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He prodded the corner of her backpack with the stock of his rifle. Annemarie trembled. "What is in here? he asked loudly. | 2
| It is important to be one of the crown, always. Be one of many. Be sure that they never have reason to remember your face. | 3
| Thinking of Lise, her solemn, lovely sister, always made her sad. | 4
| "Friends will take care of them, " Mama said gently. "That's what friends do." | 5
| Papa had changed, too. He seemed much older and very tired, defeated. The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same. | 6
| No one in Copenhagen had taken a vacation at the seashore since the war began. There were no pick-frosted cupcakes; there hadn't been for months. | 7
| Annemarie admitted to herself, snuggling there in the quiet dark, that she was glad to be an ordinary person who would never be called upon for courage. | 8
| "I'm sorry I have dark hair," Ellen murmured. "It made them suspicious." | 9
| There was something frightening about his being here at night. Copenhagen had a curfew, and no citizens were allowed out after eight o'clock. | 10
| Would she die to protect them? Truly? Annemarie was honest enough to admit, there in the darkness, to herself, that she wasn't sure. | 11
| It is much easier to be brave fi you do not know everything. | 12
| "Papa," Annemarie had said, finally, into the silence, "sometimes I wonder why the king wasnt' able to protect us. Why didn't he fight the Nazis so that they wouldn't come into Denmark with their guns?" | 13
| Papa had said something like it on the telephone. "Is the weather good for fishing, Henrick?" Papa had asked. But what did it mean? | 14
| "That's the worst thing in the world," Ellen whispered. "To be dead so young. I wouldn't want the Germans to take my family away––to make us live someplace else. But still, it would't be as bad as being dead." | 15
| The train started again. The door at the end of their car opened and two German soldiers appeared. Annemair tensed. Not here, on the train, too? They were everywhere. | 16
| But there was a difference. In the earlier times, she had always overheard laughter. Tonight there was no laughter at all. | 17
| "On, Ellen," she went on. "You will love it there. It is where my grandparents lived, where Mama and Uncle Henrik grew up. It is so beautiful––right on the water. You can stand at the edge of the meadow and look across Sweden!" | 18
| "How brave are you, little Annemarie?" he asked suddenly. She was startled. And dismayed. It was a questions and she did no want to be asked. Shen she asked it of herself, she didn't like her own answer. | 19
| Ellen looked up and bit her lips. "There aren't soldiers here, too?" she asked. Mama signed. "I'm afraid there are solders everywhere. And especially now. This is a bad time. | 20
| Kirsti was listening with a facinated look. "Right here" she asked. "A dead person right here?" | 21
| With a swift motion the Nazi officer slapped Mama across her face. She staggered backward, and a white mark on her cheek darkened. | 22
| The elderly bearded man looked up suddenly as Uncle Henrik prepared to go. "God keep you safe," he said in a firm but quiet voice. Henrik nodded. "God keep us all safe," he replied. | 23
| Ellen interrupted him. "Who might come? Will it be soldiers? Like the ones on the corner?" Annmarie remembered how terrified Ellen had looked the day when the soldiers had questioned them on the corner. | 24
| It was harder for the ones who were waiting, Annemarie knew. Less danger, perhaps, but more fear. | 25
| Annemarie was stunned. She looked at Ellen and saw that her best friend was crying silently. | 26
| Then they were gone, Mama and the Rosens. Annemarie was alone. She went into the house, crying suddenly, and closed the door against the night. | 27
| But she had heard something else. She heard bushes rustling ahead. She learned footsteps. And––she was certain it was not her imagination––she heard a low growl. | 28
| "That's all that brave means––not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do." | 29
| The officer ignored her. Suddenly he grabbed a handful of Ellen's hair. Ellen winced. He laughed scornfully. "You have a blond child sleeping in the other room. And you ave this blond child sleeping in the other room. And you have this blond daughter––" He gestured toward Annemarie with his head. "Where did you get the dark-haired one?" He twisted the lock of Ellen's hair. | 30
| The soldier tore the paper open while below him, on the ground, the dogs strained and snarled, pulling against their leashes. Their muscles were visible beneath the sleek, short -haired flesh. | 31 |
