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little

  pirate who spreads death and destruction around me."

  She was quiet for a while, thinking. "Just imagine,"

  she said. "If a lady walks by here one day many,

  many years from now and she sees us running around in the

  garden, perhaps she will ask Tommy, "How

  old are you, my little friend?"' And then you'll say,

  "fifty-three, if I'm not mistaken.""

  Tommy laughed merrily. "She'll probably

  think that I'm small for my age," he said.

  "Of course," said Pippi. "But then you can explain

  that you were bigger when you were smaller."

  Just then Annika and Tommy remembered that their mother

  had told them not to stay away too long.

  "I think we'll have to go now," said Tommy.

  "But we'll be back tomorrow," said Annika.

  "Fine," said Pippi. "We'll get started on the

  snow hut at eight o'clock."

  She walked with them to the gate and her red pigtails

  danced around her as she ran back to Villa

  Villekulla.

  "You know," said Tommy a while later when he was

  brushing his teeth, "if I hadn't known that

  those were chililug pills I would have been willing

  to bet that they were just ordinary peas."

  Annika was standing at the window of their room in her

  pink pajamas, looking over toward Villa

  Villekulla. "Look, I see Pippi!" she

  called out, delighted.

  Tommy rushed over to the window too. Yes, there she

  was. Now that the trees didn't have any

  leaves they could look right into Pippi's kitchen.

  Pippi was sitting at the table with her head propped

  against her arms. She was staring at the little flickering

  flame of a candle that was standing in front of her. She

  seemed to be dreaming.

  "She-she looks so alone," said Annika, and her

  voice trembled a little. "Oh, Tommy, if it were

  only morning so that we could go to her right away!"

  They stood there in silence and looked out into the winter

  night. The stars were shining over Villa

  Villekulla's roof. Pippi was inside. She

  would always be there. That was a comforting thought. The years would

  go by, but Pippi and Tommy and Annika would not

  grow up. That is, of course, if the strength hadn't

  gone out of the chililug pills. There would be new

  springs and summers, new autumns and winters, but

  their games would go on. Tomorrow they would build a snow

  hut and make a ski slope from the roof of Villa

  Villekulla, and when spring came they would climb

  the hollow oak where soda pop

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  spouted up. They would hunt for treasure and they would

  ride Pippi's horse. They would sit in

  the woodbin and tell stories. Perhaps they would also

  take a trip to Kurrekurredutt Island now and

  then, to see Momo and Moana and the others. But they

  would always come back to Villa Villekulla.

  And the most wonderful, comforting thought was that Pippi would

  always be in Villa Villekulla.

  "If she would only look in this direction we could

  wave to her," said Tommy.

  But Pippi continued to stare straight ahead with a

  dreamy look. Then she blew out the light.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  astrid lindgren was born on a farm in Sweden and

  spent a happy childhood there. After her schooling

  was completed she worked for a time in a newspaper

  office, was married, and became the mother of a son and

  daughter. For many years she was an editor in a

  Swedish publishing house.

  When her daughter Karin was seven years old and

  convalescing from pneumonia, she asked her mother

  to tell her a story about "Pippi Longstocking."

  That was the first mention of the character who was to become so

  famous. Three years later Mrs. Lindgren herself

  had to stay in bed with an injury to her leg, and she

  began to write the stories she had been telling

  Karin and her friends about Pippi. After

  Pippi

  Longstocking

  was published in Swedish it was translated into many

  other languages and became a favorite with children

  all over the world.

  Astrid Lindgren received the Swedish State Award

  (1956) and the Peace Prize of the German Book

  Trade (1978), the first children's book writer to do so. Mrs. Lindgren has also won the Hans

  Christian Andersen Medal (1958), the highest

  international award in children's literature.