“Is it wrong, wanting to be at home with your record collection? It’s not like collecting records is like collecting stamps, or beermats, or antique thimbles. ”
“In the meanwhile, of course, I was keeping real busy collecting the eggs of the three-eyelashed Tizzy. They’re quite hard to reach, so I rode on the top of a Ham-ikka-Schnim-ikka-Schnam-ikka Schnoop.”
“What are you doing over there?” asked the dog. “Collecting feathers,” said Lotta. She turned around. “And what are you doing?” The dog squinted in the sun. It was early in the morning. The sun’s rays were slanted and did not give off much warmth. The dog was small and black and thin and very dirty.
“Squirrels do as squirrels must. It didn’t matter that she would not be there to hibernate during the winter. Autumn was collecting time, so collect is what she did.”
“It was a hobby with him, collecting clothes. If he’d had half a dozen houses, they would all have been full of a complete gentleman’s town and country outfit.”