So the ladies and gentlemen decided that the little girl in Villa Villekulla must immediately be placed in a children's home. One lovely afternoon Pippi had invited Tommy and Annika over for afternoon coffee and pepparkakor. She had spread the party out on the front steps. It was so sunny and beautiful there, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the flowers in Pippi's garden. Mr. Nilsson climbed around on the porch railing, and every now and then the horse stuck out his head so that he'd be invited to have a cookie.
"Oh, isn't it glorious to be alive?" said Pippi, stretching out her legs as far as she could reach.
Just at that moment two police officers in full uniform came in through the gate.
"Hurray!" said Pippi. "This must be my lucky day too! Policemen are the very best things I know. Next to rhubarb pudding." And with her face beaming she went to meet them.
"Is this the girl who has moved into Villa Villekulla?" asked one of the policemen.
"Quite the contrary," said Pippi. "This is a tiny little auntie who lives on the third floor at the other end of the town."
She said that only because she wanted to have a little fun with the policemen, but they didn't think it was funny at all.
They said she shouldn't be such a smarty. And then they went on to tell her that some nice people in the town were arranging for her to get into a children's home.
"I already have a place in a children's home," said Pippi.
"What?" asked one of the policemen. "Has it been arranged already then? What children's home?"
"This one," said Pippi haughtily. "I am a child and this is my home: therefore it is a children's home, and I have room enough here, plenty of room."
"Dear child," said the policeman, smiling, "you don't understand. You must get into a real children's home and have someone look after you."
"Is one allowed to bring horses to your children's home?" asked Pippi.
"No, of course not," said the policeman.
"That's what I thought," said Pippi sadly. "Well, what about monkeys?