The Best Little Table by Anne Frank — Read

Yesterday afternoon Father gave me permission to ask Dussel whether he would please be so good as to allow me (see how polite I am? ) to use the table in our room two afternoons a week, from four to five-thirty. I already sit there every day from two-thirty to four while Dussel takes a nap, but the rest of the time the room and table are out of bounds to me. It's impossible to study next door in the afternoon, because there's too much going on. Besides, Father sometimes likes to sit at the desk during the afternoon.

So it seemed like a reasonable request, and I asked Dussel very politely. What do you think the learned gentleman's reply was? 'No. ' Just plain 'No!'