Today is Tuesday.
Pippi, Tommy and Annika sat outside Villa Villekulla, Pippi on one gatepost, Annika on the other and Tommy on the gate, on a warm and beautiful day toward the end of August. A pear tree stretched its branches so low down to the ground that children could get the red-gold pears without any trouble. They munched and ate and spat pear cores out onto the road. Villa Villekulla stood just at the end of the town, where the street turned into a country road. The people in the little town loved to walk out Villa Villekulla way, because the country out there was so beautiful. As the children were eating pears, a little girl came walking along the road from the town. When she saw the children, she asked them if they had seen her papa went by. Pippi asked her how her papa looked like and if he had blue eyes. The girl said yes and Pippi asked if he was medium large and wasn't too tall nor too short. The girl said yes. Pippi asked if he wore black hat and black shoes. The girl said yes eagerly. Pippi decidedly told her they hadn't seen that one. The girl looked crestfallen and went off without a word.
