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           Thetrampsweresostartledthattheyalmostrushedoutatonce, butthenitsuddenlydawnedonthemwhatPippihadsaid. ThatMr.Nilssonwaslyinginadollsbed! Andnowinthelightoftheflashlighttheycouldseethelittlebedandthetinymonkeylyinginit. 

           Thunder-Karlssoncouldn’thelplaughing. "Bloom,"hesaid,"Mr.Nilssonisamonkey.Canyoubeatthat?" 

           "Well,whatdidyouthinkhewas?"camePippi’scalmvoicefromunderthecoversagain. "Alawnmower?" 

           "Aren’tyourmotherandfatherathome?"askedBloom. 

           "No,"saidPippi."They’regone.Completelygone." 

           Thunder-KarlssonandBloomchuckledwithdelight. 

           "Listen,littlegirl,"saidThunder-Karlsson,"comeoutsowecantalktoyou." 

           "No,I’msleeping,"saidPippi.Isitmoreriddlesyouwant? Ifso,answerthisone.Whatisitthatgoesandgoesandnevergetstothedoor?" 

           NowBloomwentoverandpulledthecoversoffPippi. 

           "Canyoudancetheschottischel"askedPippi,lookingathimgravelyintheeye."Ican." 

           "Youasktoomanyquestions,"saidThunder-Karlsson. "Canweaskafewtoo? Where,forinstance,isthemoneyyouhadontheflooralittlewhileago?" 

           "Inthesuitcaseontopofthewardrobe,"answeredPippitruthfully. 

           Thunder-KarlssonandBloomgrinned. 

           "Ihopeyoudon’thaveanythingagainstourtakingit,littlefriend,"saidThunder-Karlsson. 

           "Certainlynot,"saidPippi."OfcourseIdon’t." 

           WhereuponBloomlifteddownthesuitcase.