PIPPI GOES ON BOARD
BY ASTRID LINDGREN
Translated by Florence Lamborn Illustrated by Nancy Seligsohn
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CONTENTS
1. Pippi at Home in Villa Villekulla .... 1
2. Pippi Goes Shopping .... 5
3. Pippi Writes a Letter and Goes to School-But Only a Little Bit .... 23
4. Pippi Goes to the School Picnic .... 33
5. Pippi Goes to the Fair .... 46
6. Pippi Is Shipwrecked .... 63
7. Pippi Gets Unexpected Company .... 85
8. Pippi Has a Farewell Party .... 95
9. Pippi Goes Aboard .... 106
Pippi Goes On Board
1.
Pippi at Home in Villa Villekulla
IF A stranger should come to a certain little Swedish town and
should happen one day if) find himself at a certain spot on the edge
of it, he would see Villa Villekulla. Not that the cottage is much to
look at-it's rather a ramshackle old place with a tangled garden
around it. But it would be natural for a stranger to pause and wonder
who lived there, and why there was a horse on the porch. If it was
evening, and beginning to get dark, and if he caught a glimpse of a
little girl strolling around in the garden looking as if she had no
idea of going to bed, he might think, "Now I wonder why that little
girl's mother doesn't see that she goes to bed. All the other
children are fast asleep by this time of night." If the little girl
came to the gate-as she would almost certainly do, because she liked
talking to people- then he would be able to take a good look at her.
And he would very likely think, "She's one of the most freckled and
red-haired children I've ever seen." Later on he would probably
think, "Freckles and red hair are really very nice-that is, if the
person who has them looks as happy as this child does."
Any stranger would probably be interested to know the name of this
little redhead sauntering around by herself in the twilight, and he
would ask, "What's your name?"
And she'd answer gaily, "My name's Pippilotta Deli- catessa
Windowshade Mackrelmint Efraim's Daughter Longstocking, daughter of
Captain Efraim Longstocking, formerly the Terror of the Sea, now a
cannibal king. But everybody calls me Pippi."
She really believed it when she said her father was a cannibal
king, because he had once been blown overboard and had vanished from
sight when he and Pippi were sailing on the sea. Pippi's father was
rather stout, so she was sure he couldn't have drowned. It was
perfectly reasonable to think that he had been washed up on an island
and become king of the cannibals there. This is what Pippi was sure
must have happened.
If the stranger went on talking with Pippi, he would learn that
Pippi lived all alone at Villa Villekulla-alone, that is, except for
the horse on the porch and a monkey called Mr. Nilsson. If he was a
kindhearted man, he would naturally wonder, "How does this poor
youngster live?"
But he needn't have worried. "I'm rich as a troll," Pippi used to
say. And she was. She had a whole suitcase full of gold coins that
her father had given her, and she got along beautifully with neither
a father nor a mother. Because there was nobody there to tell her
when to go to bed, Pippi told herself. Sometimes, to be sure, she
didn't tell herself until around ten o'clock, because she had never
been able to see why children should go to bed at seven. After seven
was when you could have the most fun. So the stranger shouldn't have
been surprised to see Pippi roaming around the garden even after the
sun had gone down and the air was getting cold and Tommy and Annika
had been tucked into bed long ago.
Tommy and Annika were the children Pippi played with. They lived
next door. They had both a father and a mother, and both father and
mother thought it was a good thing for children to go to bed at
seven.
If the stranger stayed after Pippi had said good night and gone
away from the gate, and if he saw Pippi go up on the porch and pick
up the horse in her strong arms and carry him out into the garden, he
would certainly rub his eyes and wonder if he was dreaming.
"What an extraordinary child this is!" he would say to himself.
"Why, she can actually lift that horse! She's the most extraordinary
child I've ever seen!"
He'd be right, too. Pippi was the most extraordinary child-in that
town, at any rate. There may be more ex traordinary children in other
places, but in that little town there was no one to compare with
Pippi Long-stocking. And nowhere in the world, in that town or any
other, was there anyone half so strong as she was.
2.
Pippi Goes Shopping
ONE lovely spring day when the sun was shining, the birds were
singing, and water was running in all the ditches, Tommy and Annika
came skipping over to Pippi's. Tommy had brought along a couple of
lumps of sugar for Pippi's horse, and both he and Annika stopped on
the porch to pat the horse before they went into the house. Pippi was
asleep with her feet on the pillow and her head way under the covers.
That was the way she always slept.
Annika pinched her big toe and said, "Wake up!" Mr. Nilsson was
already awake and had jumped up and seated himself on the overhead
light. Something began to stir under the quilts, and suddenly a red
head popped out. Pippi opened her bright eyes and smiled broadly.
"Oh, it's you pinching my toes? I thought it was my father, the
cannibal king, looking to see if I had any corns."
She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on her
stockings-one brown and one black.
"No, sir, you'll never get corns as long as you wear these," she
said, and thrust her feet into her large black shoes, which were
exactly twice as long as her feet.
"Pippi," said Tommy, "what shall we do today? An-nika and I don't
&
nbsp; have any school."
"Well, now, that's worth thinking about," said Pippi. "We can't
dance around the Christmas tree because we threw it out three months
ago. Otherwise we could have dashed around on the ice all morning
long. Gold-digging would be fun, but we can't do that either because
we don't know where to dig. Furthermore, most of the gold is in
Alaska, where there are so many gold-diggers already that there
wouldn't be room for us. No, we'll have to think of something
else."
"Yes, something jolly," said Annika.
Pippi braided her hair into two tight braids that stuck straight
out. She considered.
"How would it be if we went into town and did some shopping?" she
said at last.
"But we haven't any money," said Tommy.
"I have," said Pippi, and to prove it opened her suitcase, which
of course was chock full of gold pieces. She carefully scooped up a
good handful and put them into her apron pocket, which was just
exactly on the middle of her stomach.
"If I only had my hat now, I'd be all ready to start," she said.
The hat was nowhere to be seen. Pippi looked first in the woodbox,
but, remarkable as it may seem, the hat was not there. Then she
looked in the bread crock in the pantry, but there were only a
garter, a broken alarm clock, and a little rusk. At last she looked
even on the hat shelf, but there was nothing there except a frying
pan, a screwdriver, and a piece of cheese.
"There's no order here at all, and you can't find a single thing,"
said Pippi disgustedly, "though to be sure I have missed this piece
of cheese for a long time and it's lucky it turned up at last.
"Hey, Hat," she shrieked, "are you going shopping oraren't you? If
you don't come out this minute it will betoo late."
No hat came out.
"Well, then, it can blame itself if it's so stupid, but when I get
home I don't want to hear any complaining," she said sternly.
A few minutes later they were marching down the road to
town-Tommy, Annika, and Pippi with Mr. Nilsson on her shoulder. The
sun was shining so gloriously, the sky was so blue, and the children
were so happy! And in the gutter along the roadside the water flowed
merrily by. It was a very deep gutter with a great deal of water in
it.
"I love gutters," said Pippi and, without giving much thought to
the matter, stepped into the water. It reached way over her knees,
and if she skipped along briskly it splattered Tommy and Annika.
"I'm making believe I'm a boat," she said, plowing through the
water. Just as she spoke she stumbled and went down under.
"Or, to be more exact, a submarine," she continued calmly when she
got her nose in the air again.
"Oh, Pippi, you're absolutely soaked," said Annika anxiously.
"And what's wrong with that?" asked Pippi. "Is there a law that
children should always be dry? I've heard it said that cold showers
are very good for the health. It's only in this country that people
have got the notion that children shouldn't walk in gutters. In
America the gutters are so full of children that there is no room for
the water. They stay there the year round. Of course in the winter
they freeze in and their heads stick up through the ice. Their
mothers have to carry fruit soup and meat balls to them because they
can't come home for dinner. But they're sound as nuts, you can be
sure of that."
The little town looked pleasant and comfortable in the spring
sunshine. The narrow cobblestone streets wound in and out every which
way among the houses. Almost every house was surrounded by a little
yard in which snowdrops and crocuses were peeping up. There were a
good many shops in the town, and on this lovely spring day so many
people were running in and out that the bells on the shop doors
tinkled unceasingly. The ladies came with baskets on their arms to
buy coffee and sugar and soap and butter. Some of the children were
also out to buy candy or chewing gum. Most of them, however, had no
money for shopping, and the poor dears had to stand outside the shops
and just look in at all the good things in the windows.
When the day was at its sunniest and brightest, three little
figures appeared on Main Street. They were Tommy and Annika and
Pippi-a very wet Pippi, who left a little trickle of water in her
path.
"Aren't we lucky, though?" said Annika. "Look at all the shops,
and we have a whole apron pocketful of gold pieces!"
Tommy was so happy when he thought of this that he gave a high
skip.
"Well, let's get going," said Pippi. ^'First of all I want to buy
myself a piano."
"But, Pippi," said Tommy, "you can't play the piano, can you?"
"How can I tell," said Pippi, "when I've never tried? I've never
had any piano to try on. And this much I can tell you, Tommy-to play
the piano without any piano, that takes a powerful lot of
practicing."
There didn't seem to be any piano store. Instead the children came
to a perfume shop. In the show window was a large jar of freckle
salve, and beside the jar was a sign which read: do you suffer from
freckles?
"What does the sign say?" asked Pippi. She couldn't read very well
because she didn't want to go to school as other children did.
"It says 'Do you suffer from freckles?'" said Annika.
"Does it indeed?" said Pippi thoughtfully. "Well, a civil question
deserves a civil answer. Let's go in."
She opened the door and entered the shop, closely followed by
Tommy and Annika. An elderly lady stood back of the counter. Pippi
went right up to her. "Nol" she said decidedly.
"What is it you want?" asked the lady.
"No," said Pippi once more.
"I don't understand what you mean," said the lady.
"No, I don't suffer from freckles," said Pippi.
Then the lady understood, but she took one look at Pippi and burst
out, "But, my dear child, your whole face is covered with
freckles!"
"I know it," said Pippi, 'But I don't suffer from them. I love
them. Good morning."
She turned to leave, but when she got to the door she looked back
and cried, "But if you should happen to get in any salve that gives
people more freckles, then you can send me seven or eight jars."
Next to the perfume store was a shop that sold ladies'
clothes.
"So far we haven't done much shopping," said Pippi. "Now we must
really get going."
And they tramped into the store-first Pippi, then Tommy, and then
Annika. The first thing they saw was a very beautiful dummy
representing a fashionable lady dressed in a blue satin dress.
Pippi went up to the dummy and grasped it cordially by the hand.
"How do you do, how do you do!" shesaid. "You are the lady who owns
this store, I presume. So nice to meet you!" she continued and shook
the dummy's hand even more cordially.
Then a dreadful accident happened-the dummy's arm came off and
slid out of its satin sleeve, and there stood Pippi with a long
white
arm in her hand. Tommy gasped with terror, and Annika was beginning
to cry when a clerk came rushing up to Pippi and began to scold her
most dreadfully.
"Here, here, hold your horses," said Pippi after she had been
listening a few minutes. "I thought this was a self-service store,
and I was planning, to buy this arm."
Then the clerk was angrier than ever and said that the dummy was
not for sale, and in any, case one couldn't sell just a single arm.
But Pippi would certainly have to pay for the whole dummy because she
had spoiled it.
"Well, that's very strange," said Pippi. "It's a good thing they
aren't so foolish as all that in every store. Just imagine if next
time I am going to have mashed turnip for dinner I go to the butcher
to buy a shinbone to cook the turnip with, and he makes me take a
whole pig!"
While she was speaking she casually pulled out a few gold coins
from her apron pocket and threw them down on the counter. The clerk
was struck dumb with amazement.
"Does the lady cost more than that?" asked Pippi. "No, certainly
not, it doesn't cost nearly that much," said the clerk and bowed
politely.
"Well, keep the change and buy something for your children," said
Pippi and started toward the door. The clerk ran after her, bowing
continually, and asked where he should send the dummy.
"I just want this arm and I'll take it with me," said Pippi. "The
rest you can portion out among the poor. Good day!"
"But what are you going to use the arm for?" asked Tommy when they
had come out on the street.
"That?" said Pippi. "What am I going to use it for? Don't people
have false teeth and false hair, maybe? And even false noses
sometimes? Why can't I have a little false arm? For that matter, let
me tell you that it's very handy to have three arms. I remember that
once when Papa and I were sailing around the world we came to a city
where all the people had three arms. Wasn't that smart? Imagine, when
they were sitting at the table and had a fork in one hand and a knife
in the other and suddenly needed to scratch their ears-well, then it
wasn't so foolish to pull out a third arm. They saved a lot of time
that way, let me tell you."
Pippi looked thoughtful. "Oh, dear, now I'm lying again," she
said. "It's funny, but every now and then so many lies come bubbling
up inside me that I just can't help it. To tell the truth, they
didn't have three arms at all in that city. They had only two."
She was silent a minute, thinking.
"For that matter, a whole lot of them had only one arm. Well, if
the truth were known, there were even some who didn't have any, and
when they were going to eat they had to lie right down on their
plates and lap. Scratch themselves on the ear-that they couldn't do
at all; they had to ask their mothers to! That's the way it really
was."
Pippi shook her head sadly. "The fact is, I've never seen a place
where they had so few arms as they did in that city. But that's just
like me-always trying to make myself important and wonderful and
pretend that people have more arms than they have."
Pippi walked on with her false arm slung jauntily over one
shoulder. She stopped in front of a candy shop. A whole row of
children was standing there, gazing in at the wonderful things in the
window. There were large jars full of red and blue and green candies,
long rows of cakes of chocolate, mounds of chewing gum, and the most
tempting lollipops. Yes, it was no wonder that the little children
who stood there looking in the window B now and then gave a deep
sigh, for they had no money, not even the tiniest penny.
"Pippi, are we going into that store?" asked Tommy eagerly,
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