Today is Thursday.
The tramps begged Pippi to let them out. They told her that they just had made a joke. Pippi asked them if they could dance schottische. Thunder Karlsson said he guessed that they both could. Pippi clapped her hands and asked if they could dance with her. Thunder Karlsson said yes, a bit confused. Pippi took some large scissors and cut the ropes that bound her guests. She said in a worried voice that they didn’t have any music. Then she had an idea. She asked Bloom if he could blow on a comb. And she was going to dance with Thunder Karlsson. Bloom could blow on a comb and blow he did, so that you could hear it all through the house. Mr. Nilsson sat up in bed, wide awake, just in time to see Pippi whirling around with Thunder Karlsson. She was dead serious and danced as if her life depended on it. At last Bloom said he couldn’t blow on the comb any longer because it tickled his mouth unmercifully. And Thunder Karlsson, who had tramped the roads all day, began to feel tired.
