Today is Tuesday.
Then Pippi had tried to teach Mr. Nilsson to dance the schottische, but he didn’t want to learn. For a while she had thought of trying to teach the horse, but instead she had crept down into the wood box and pulled the cover down. She had pretended she was a sardine in a sardine box and, it was a shame Tommy and Annika weren’t there so they could have been sardines too. Now it had begun to grow dark. She pressed her little pug nose against the windowpane and looked out into the autumn dusk. She remembered that she hadn’t been riding for a couple of days and decided to go at once. That would be a nice ending to a pleasant Sunday. Accordingly she put on her big hat, fetched Mr. Nilsson from a corner where she sat playing marbles, saddled her horse, and lifted him down from the porch. And off they went, Mr. Nilsson on Pippi and Pippi on the horse. It was quite cold and the roads were frozen, so there was a good crunchy sound as they rode along. Mr. Nilsson sat on Pippi’s shoulder and tried to catch hold of some of the branches of trees as they went by, but Pippi rode so fast that it was no use. Instead, the branches kept boxing him in the ears, and he had a hard time keeping his straw hat on his head.
