She tied two scrubbing brushes on her bare feet and skated over the floor, plowing through the water so that it splashed all around her.
"I certainly should have been a skating princess," she said and kicked her left foot up so high that the scrubbing brush broke a piece out of the overhead light.
"Grace and charm I have at least," she continued and skipped nimbly over a chair standing in her way.
"Well, now I guess it's clean," she said at last and took off the brushes.
"Aren't you going to dry the floor?" asked Annika.
"Oh, no, it can dry in the sun," answered Pippi. "I don't think it will catch cold so long as it keeps moving."
Tommy and Annika climbed down from the table and stepped across the floor very carefully so they wouldn't get wet.
Out of doors the sun shone in a clear blue sky. It was one of those radiant September days that make you feel like walking in the woods. Pippi had an idea.
"Let's take Mr. Nilsson and go on a little picnic."
"Oh, yes, let's," cried Tommy and Annika.
"Run home and ask your mother, then," said Pippi, "and I'll be getting the picnic basket ready."
Tommy and Annika thought that was a good suggestion. They rushed home and were back again almost immediately, but Pippi was already waiting by the gate with Mr. Nilsson on her shoulder, a walking stick in one hand, and a big basket in the other.
The children walked along the road a little way and then turned into a pasture where a pleasant path wound in and out among the thickets of birch and hazel. Presently they came to a gate on the other side of which was an even more beautiful pasture, but right in front of the gate stood a cow who looked as if nothing would persuade her to move. Annika yelled at her, and Tommy bravely went up and tried to push her away, but she just stood there staring at the children with her big cow eyes. To put an end to the matter, Pippi set down her basket and lifted the cow out of the way. The cow, looking very silly, lumbered off into the hazel bushes.
"How can cows be so bull-headed," said Pippi and jumped over the gate.
The Story of Tremsin, the Bird Zhar, and Nastasia, the Lovely Maid of the Sea
Category: Ukrainian folktales
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