The children came to a perfume shop. In the show window was a large jar of freckle salve, and beside the jar was a sign, which read: DO YOU SUFFER FROM FRECKLES?’What does the sign say?’ ask Pippi. She couldn’t read very well because she didn’t want to go to school as other children did.’It says, “Do you suffer from freckles?”‘ said Annika.’Does it indeed?’ said Pippi thoughtfully. ‘Well, a civil question deserves a civil answer. Let’s go in.’She opened the door and entered the shop, closely followed by Tommy and Annika. An elderly lady stood back of the counter. Pippi went right up to her. ‘No!’ she said decidedly.’What is it you want?’ asked the lady.’No,’ said Pippi once more.’I don’t understand what you mean,’ said the lady.’No, I don’t suffer from freckles,’ said Pippi.Then the lady understood, but she took one look at Pippi and burst out, ‘But, my dear child, your whole face is covered with freckles!”I know it,’ said Pippi, ‘but I don’t suffer from them. I love them. Good morning.’She turned to leave, but when she got to the door she looked back and cried, ‘But if you should happen to get in any salve that gives people more freckles, then you can send me seven or eight jars.
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!