Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           "What’syournamebesidesAugustus?"askedKarlsson.

           "Myname’snotAugustus,"saidChristopher.

           "Andagoodthing,too."

           "They’recalledBridgetandChristopher,"saidEric.

           "Yes,it’sunbelievablethethingsthathappentopeople,"saidKarlsson."Butdon’tletitworryyoutoomuch…wecan’tallbecalledKarlsson,unfortunately."Hetookagoodlookaroundandcontinuedinthesamebreath,"Ifeellikehavingsomefun.Couldn’twethrowthechairsoutofthewindoworsomething?"

           Ericdidnotthinkthatthiswouldbeagoodidea,andhewassurethatMommyandDaddywouldn’tthinkso.

           "No,whenthey’reold-fashioned,there’snotmuchyoucandoaboutit,"saidKarlsson."We’lljusthavetothinkofsomethingelse;wemusthavesomefun.OtherwiseI’mgoinghome,"hesaid,andhepouted.

           "Well,wecanthinkofsomethingelse,surely,"saidEricpleadingly.ButKarlssonseemeddeterminedtosulk.

           "You’dbetterwatchout,orImightflyawayandleaveyou,"hesaid.

           Eric,Bridget,andChristopherallrealizedwhatamisfortunethatwouldbe,andtheybeggedKarlssontostaywiththem.

           Karlssonsatforatime,stilllookingratherputout."I’mnotsure,"hesaid,"butmaybeI’llstayifshepatsmeandsays‘GoodKarlsson,’"hesaid,pointingatBridgetwithhisfatlittlefinger.Bridgethastenedtopathim.

           "GoodKarlsson,youwillstay,won’tyou,sothatwecanhavesomefun?"shesaid.

           "Verywell,then,IsupposeI’dbetter,"saidKarlsson.