Today is Wednesday.
So it was no wonder the writing didn’t go so well now. One whole night she sat struggling with that invitation, and at dawn, just as the stars were paling in the sky over Villa Villekulla, she tiptoed over to Tommy’s and Annika’s house and dropped the letter into their mailbox. As soon as Tommy and Annika came home from school they began to get all dressed up for the party. Annika asked her mother to curl her hair, and her mother did, and tied it with a big pink satin bow. Tommy combed his hair with water so that it would lie all nice and smooth. He certainly didn’t want any curls. Then Annika wanted to put on her very best dress, but her mother thought she’d better not for she was seldom neat and clean when she came home from Pippi’s; so Annika had to be satisfied with her next best dress. Tommy didn’t care what suit he wore so long as he looked nice. Of course they had bought a present for Pippi. They had taken the money out of their own piggy banks, and on the way home from school had run into the toy shop on Main Street and bought a very beautiful-well, what they had bought was a secret for the time being.
