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           "ButIforgetitnowandthen. Andhowcanyouexpectalittlechildwhosemotherisanangel andwhosefatheriskingofacannibalislandandwhoherselfhassailedontheoceanallherlife —howcanyouexpecthertotellthetruthalways? Andforthatmatter," shecontinued,herwholefreckledfacelightingup, "letmetellyouthatintheCongothereisnotasinglepersonwhotellsthetruth. Theyliealldaylong. Beginatseveninthemorningandkeeponuntilsundown. SoifIshouldhappentolienowandthen,youmusttrytoexcuseme andtorememberthatitisonlybecauseIstayedintheCongoalittletoolong. Wecanbefriendsanyway,can’twe?" 

           "Oh,sure,"saidTommy andrealizedsuddenlythatthiswasnotgoingtobeoneofthosedulldays. 

           "Bytheway,whycouldn’tyoucomeandhavebreakfastwithme?"askedPippi. 

           "Whynot?"saidTommy."Comeon,let’sgo." 

           "Oh,yes,let’s,"saidAnnika. 

           "Butfirst1mustintroduceyoutoMr.Nilsson,"saidPippi, andthelittlemonkeytookoffhiscapandbowedpolitely. 

           ThentheyallwentinthroughVillaVillekulla’stumbledowngardengate,alongthegravelpath, borderedwitholdmoss-coveredtrees—reallygoodclimbingtreestheyseemedtobe —uptothehouse,andontotheporch. Therestoodthehorse,munchingoatsoutofasoupbowl. 

           "Whydoyouhaveahorseontheporch?"askedTommy. Allhorsesheknewlivedinstables. 

           "Well,"saidPippithoughtfully,"he’dbeinthewayinthekitchen,andhedoesn’tliketheparlor. 

           TommyandAnnikapattedthehorseandthenwentonintothehouse. Ithadakitchen,aparlor,andabedroom.