Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           Heseizedthebottleofalcoholwhichwasstandingbesidethesteamengine,filledthelittlealcohollamp,andputamatchtoit. InspiteofbeingtheWorld’sBestSteamEngineer,hemanagedtospillalittlelakeofalcoholonthebookshelf, andlivelyblueflamesdancedaroundthesteamenginewhenthelakecaughtfire. Ericcriedoutandrushedforward. 

           "Calm,becalm!"saidKarlsson,andheputupachubbyhandtostophim. 

           ButEriccouldnotbecalmwhenhesawthefire. Hecaughtholdofanoldragandchokedtheflames. Wheretheyhaddanced,therewerenowtwobiguglystainsonthevarnish. 

           "Oh,lookatthebookshelf!"hesaidwithconcern."WhatwillMommysay?" 

           "It’sasmallmatter,"saidKarlsson-on-the-Roof. "Twotinyspotsonabookshelf—asmallmatter; youtellyourMommy." 

           Hecroucheddownbesidethesteamengineandhiseyeswereshining. "Nowit’llsoonbegintochuff,"hesaid. 

           Anditdid.Thesteamenginebeganworking. Chuff-chuff-chuff,itwent. Oh,itwasthemostsplendidsteamengineyoucouldwishfor, andKarlssonlookedasproudandhappyasifhehadmadeithimself. 

           "Imustadjustthesafetyvalve,"saidKarlsson, fiddlingeagerlywithalittlegadget. "Accidentsalwayshappenifyoudon’tadjustthesafetyvalve." 

           Chuff-chuff-chuff,saidthesteamengine.Itwentfasterandfasterandfaster: Chuff-chuff-chuff.Intheenditsoundedasifinfullgallop, andKarlsson’seyesshone.