Today is Thursday.
There it lay, wrapped in green paper and tied with a great deal of string, and when they were ready Tommy took the package, and off they went, followed by their mother’s warning to take good care of their clothes. Annika was to carry the package part of the way, and they were both to hold it when they handed it to Pippi-that they had agreed upon. It was already November, and dusk came early. When Tommy and Annika went in through the gate of Villa Villekulla they held each other’s hands tightly, because it was quite dark in Pippi’s garden and the wind sighed mournfully through the bare old trees. It was so much pleasanter to see the lighted window in Villa Villekulla and to know that they were going to a birthday party. Ordinarily Tommy and Annika rushed in through the kitchen door, but this time they went to the front door. The horse was not on the porch. Tommy gave a lively knock on the door.
