Today is Monday.
Tommy offered Pippi his arm, and they walked to the table. Mr. Nilsson showed no intention of offering his arm to Annika, so she took a firm hold of him and lifted him up to the table. But he didn’t want to sit on a chair; he insisted on sitting right on the table. Nor did he want any chocolate with whipped cream, but when Pippi poured water in his cup he took it in both his hands and drank. Annika and Tommy and Pippi ate and ate, and Annika said that if these cakes were the kind they had in China then she intended to move to China when she grew up. When Mr. Nilsson had emptied his cup he turned it upside down and put it on his head. When Pippi saw that, she did the same, but as she had not drunk quite all her chocolate a little stream ran down her forehead and over her nose. She caught it with her tongue and lapped it all up. Tommy and Annika licked their cups clean before they put them on their heads. When everybody had had enough and the horse had his share, Pippi took hold of all four corners of the tablecloth and lifted it up so that the cups and plates stumbled over each other as if they were in a sack. Then she stuffed the whole bundle in the wood box.
