Pippi Longstocking
When Tommy opened his he found a little ivory flute, and in Annika's package was a lovely brooch shaped like a butterfly. The wings of the butterfly were set with blue and red and green stones.
When they had all had their birthday presents it was time to sit down at the table, where there were all sorts of cakes and buns. The cakes were rather peculiar in shape, but Pippi declared they were just the kind of cakes they had in China.
Pippi served hot chocolate with whipped cream, and the children were just about to begin their feast when Tommy said, "When Mamma and Papa have a party the gentlemen always get cards telling them what ladies to take in to dinner. I think we ought to have cards too."
"Okay," said Pippi.
"Although it will be kind of hard for us because I'm the only gentleman here," added Tommy doubtfully.
"Fiddlesticks," said Pippi. "Do you think Mr. Nilsson is a lady, maybe?"
"Oh, of course not, I forgot Mr. Nilsson," said Tommy, and he sat down on the woodbox and wrote on a card:
Mr. Settergren will have the pleasure of taking Miss Longstocking in to dinner.
"Mr. Settergren, that's me," said he with satisfaction and showed Pippi the card. Then he wrote on the next card:
Mr. Nilsson will have the pleasure of taking Miss Settergren in to dinner.
"Okay, but the horse must have a card too," said Pippi decidedly, "even if he can't sit at the table."
So Tommy, at Pippi's dictation, wrote:
The horse will have the pleasure of remaining in the corner where he will be served cakes and sugar.
Pippi held the card under the horse's nose and said, "Read this and see what you think of it."
As the horse had no objection to make, 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.
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There was once an honest journeyman tailor, by name Labakan, who learned his trade with an excellent master in Alexandria. It could not be said that Labakan was unhandy with the needle; on the contrary, he could make excellent work: moreover, one would have done him injustice to have called him lazy. Nevertheless, his companions knew not what to make of him, for he would often sew for hours together so rapidly that the needle would glow in his hand, and the thread smoke, and that none could equal him.
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