Today is Friday.
Pippi begged to dance a little longer, dancing on, and Bloom and Thunder Karlsson could do nothing but continue. At three in the morning Pippi said that she could keep on dancing until Thursday, but maybe they were tired and hungry. That was exactly what they were, though they hardly dared to say so. Pippi went to the pantry and took out bread and cheese and butter, ham and cold roast and milk; and they sat around the kitchen table, and ate until they were four-cornered. Pippi poured a little milk into her ear and said that it was good for earache. Bloom asked if she had got an earache. Pippi said no but she might get one. Finally the two tramps got up, thanked Pippi for the food, and begged to be allowed to say goodbye. Pippi said regretfully that it had been awful jolly that they had come and asked them if they really had to go so soon. She said to Thunder Karlsson that she had never seen anyone who could dance the schottische the way he did, and to Bloom that if he kept on practicing on the comb, he wouldn’t notice the tickling.
