Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           ThepuppymadeabeelineforEric’sroom,andEric,Bridget,andChristopherfollowedhimatarun.Ericwaswildwithjoy.

           "Hewantstolivewithme,Iknow,"hesaid.

           AtthesamemomentKarlssoncamechuffinginthroughthewindow.

           "Hi-ho!"heshouted."Haveyouwashedthedog?Heseemstohaveshrunk!"

           "Thisisn’tJoffa;youdidn’tthinkitwas,didyou?"saidEric."Thisismydog."

           "Youcanhardlysaythat,"saidChristopher.

           "Youhaven’tgotadog,Ibet,"saidBridget,lookingatKarlsson.

           "Me!I’vegotathousanddogsinmyhouse,"saidKarlsson."TheWorld’sBestDog-keeper…"

           "Ididn’tseeanydogswhenIvisited,"saidEric.

           "Theywereoutflying,"saidKarlsson."MineareFlyingDogs."

           ErictooknonoticeofKarlsson.Athousandflyingdogswerenotnearlyasinterestingasthissweetlittlepuppy.

           "Idon’tthinkhebelongstoanybody,"hesaidagain.

           Bridgetstoopeddownoverthedog.

           "ButitsaysNicholsononhiscollar,"shesaid.

           "Yousee!That’sthepeoplehebelongsto,"saidChristopher.

           "PerhapsNicholsonisdead,"saidEric.

           WhoeverthisNicholsonmightbe,hedislikedhim.Butthenhehadabrightidea.

           "Maybeit’sthepuppythat’scalledNicholson,"hesaid,withapleadinglooktowardChristopherandBridget.Theylaughedteasingly.

           "I’vegotseveraldogsthatarecalledNicholson,"saidKarlsson."Hello,Nicholson!"

           ThepuppytookalittleleaptowardKarlsson,barkingplayfully.

           "Seethat!"shoutedEric."HeknowshisnameisNicholson.