Today is Sunday.
Pippi told Tommy and Annika that they could drink some coffee there and she was going to skip and make a little. Tommy and Annika clapped their hands and shouted bravo! In a little while Pippi had the coffee ready. She had made buns the day before. She came and stood under the oak and began to toss up coffee cups. Tommy and Annika caught them and only sometimes it was the oak that caught them, and so two cups were broken. Pippi ran in to get new ones. Next it was the buns' turn, and for a while the air was full of flying buns. At least they didn't break. At last Pippi climbed up with the coffee pot in one hand. She had cream in a little in her pocket, and sugar in a little box. Tommy and Annika thought coffee had never tasted so good before. They were not allowed to drink it every day-only when they were at a party. And now they were at a party. Annika spilled a little coffee in her lap. First it was warm and wet, and then it was cold and wet, but that didn't matter to her.
