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At Least, Not In This Country,' She Added After A Moment's Thought. 'in China It's A Little Different. Once I Saw A Chinaman In Shanghai. His Ears Were So Big He Could Use Them For A Raincoat. When It Rained, He Just Crept In Under His Ears And Was Warm And Snug As Could Be. Not That The Ears Had Such A Rattling Good Time Of It, You Understand. If It Was Specially Bad Weather, He'd Invite Friends And Acquaintances To Pitch Camp Under His Ears Too. There They Sat, Singing Their Sorrowful Songs While It Poured Down Outside.

The Girl Hurried Away, But Then Pippi Shouted, "did He Have Big Ears That Reached Way Down To His Shoulders?" "no," Said The Girl And Turned And Came Running Back In Amazement. "you Don't Mean To Say That You Have Seen A Man Walk By With Such Big Ears?" "i Have Never Seen Anyone Who Walks With His Ears," Said Pippi. "all The People I Know Walk With Their Feet.

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.

I Have Noticed Several Times That People Don't Think I Know How To Behave Even When I'm Trying As Hard As I Can.

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.