Today is Monday.
Pippi hauled up the rope, fastened one end securely to a branch and tied the other around one of the boys. Then she let him down slowly and carefully into the arms of his waiting mother, who was beside herself with joy when she had him safe. She held him close and hugged him, with tears in her eyes. But Pippi yelled to ask her untie the rope because there was another kid up there and he couldn’t fly either. So the people helped to untie the rope and free the little boy. Pippi could tie good knots, she could indeed. She had learned that at sea. She pulled up the rope again, and now it was the second boy’s turn to be let down. Pippi was alone in the tree. She sprang out on the board, and all people looked at her and wondered what she was going to do. She danced back and forth on the narrow board. She raised and lowered her arms gracefully and sang in the hoarse voice that could barely be heard down in the square. As she sang she danced more and more wildly until people covered their eyes in horror for they were sure she would fall down and kill herself. Flames came leaping out of the gable window, and in the firelight people could see Pippi plainly.
