Карлсон, который живет на крыше
Chapter 7
"Comealong,littledog!"
"No,hewantstocomewithme,"saidEric,takingafirmholdofthepuppy."Helikesme."
"Helikesmeaswell,sopoohtoyou,"saidBridget.
Thelittlepuppylookedasifhewouldlikeeverybodyinthewholeworld,ifonlytheylikedhim.AndEriclikedhim;oh,howhelikedhim!Hestoopedandstrokedthepuppyandmadealotoftenderlittlesoundswhichwereallmeanttosaythatthispuppywasthenicestdogever.ThepuppywaggedhistailandlookedasifhethoughtthesameofEric.Heyappedandleapedabouthappilywhenthechildrenturnedintotheirownstreet.
Ericwasseizedwithawildhope.
"Perhapshehasn’tgotanywheretolive!"hesaid."Perhapshedoesn’tbelongtoanyone!"
"Ha,’coursehedoes,"saidChristopher.
"Shutup!"saidEric,annoyed."Youdon’tknowanythingaboutit."
Christopher,whohadJoffa—whatcouldheknowaboutbeingwithoutadog?—notasingledogatall?
"Comealong,dog,"Ericcalled,feelingmoreandmoresurethatthepuppyhadnowheretolive.
"Makesurehedoesn’tfollowyouhome,"saidChristopher.
"Buthecan,"saidEric."Iwanthimtocome."
Andthepuppyfollowed.HefollowedhimallthewaytoEric’sdoor.ThenEricpickedhimupandcarriedhimupthestairs.
"I’mgoingtoaskMommyifIcankeephim,"saidEriceagerly.ButMommywasnotinsight;hefoundanotelyingonthekitchentablesayingthatshewasinthebasementdoingthewash,andthatEricshouldlookforherthereifhewantedanything.
