But Nightshirts aren't dangerous," Pippi assured her. "They don't bite anybody except in self defense.

But still, if it's true, how can it be a lie?

Well, well, so you aren't going to be a maidservant this time?" said Pippi, stroking his back. "Oh, that was a lie, that's true," she continued. "But still, if it's true, how can it be a lie?" she argued. "You wait and see, it's going to turn out he was a maidservant in Arabie after all, and if that's the case, I know who's making the meatballs at our house hereafter!

But Nightshirts aren't dangerous," Pippi assured her. "They don't bite anybody except in self defense.

No Fridolf, bother all this learning. I can't study anymore because I must climb the mast to see what kind of weather we're going to have tomorrow.

Give the children love, more love and still more love – and the common sense will come by itself.

A childhood without books – that would be no childhood. That would be like being shut out from the enchanted place where you can go and find the rarest kind of joy.