Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           "SowouldI,"saidKarlsson."Youwait,andI’msureIshallthinkupsomething.TheWorld’sBestThinker-upper—that’sKarlsson-on-the-Roof."

           Helookedaroundtheroom.

           "I’vegotit!"hesaid,noddinghishead."Ablanket—theverything!IknewI’dthinkupsomething."

           "Whathaveyouthoughtup?"askedEric.

           "Youpromisedyouwouldn’tshowyourselfinthesittingroomallevening,isthatright?Well,ifyougointhereunderneathablanketyou’renotshowingyourself."

           "No…but…"beganEric.

           "Ifyougounderneathablanketyou’renotshowingyourselfandno‘buts,’"saidKarlssonfirmly."IfIgounderablanketIdon’tshowmyselfeither,andthat’sBetty’sbadluck.Assheissosilly,shewon’tseeme—poor,poorlittleBetty!"

           HejerkedtheblanketoffEric’sbedandthrewitoverhishead.

           "Enter,enter!"heshouted."Comeintomytent!"

           EriccrawledundertheblanketwithKarlsson,whostoodgigglinghappily.

           "Bettysaidnothingaboutnotwantingtoseeatentinthesittingroom,didshe?Everybody’spleasedtoseeatent,aren’tthey?Especiallyatentthat’slitupinside,"saidKarlsson,switchingontheflashlight.

           EricwasnotverysurethatBettywouldbepleasedwiththetent,buthehimselfthoughtitwasexcitingandalittlecreepytobeunderneaththeblanketwithKarlssonandtoshinethelight.Ericthoughttheymightaswellstaywheretheywere,playingtents,andnotbotheraboutBettybutKarlssonwouldn’thaveit.