Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           "Tellhimtobakesomecakes!"hesaidscornfully.

           "Wouldyouliketobakesomecakes,Nicholson?"saidKarlsson.

           Nicholsonyawnedandlaydownonthefloor."Ican’t,"hesaid.

           "Haha,justwhatIthought,"saidJack.

           "Ihaven’tgotanybakingpowderathome,"saidNicholson.

           AllthechildrenlikedNicholsonverymuch.ButJackfoolishlywenton,"Lethimfly,then,instead.Youdon’tneedanybakingpowderforthat."

           "Wouldyouliketofly,Nicholson?"askedKarlsson.

           Nicholsonseemedtobeasleep,buthedidanswerwhenKarlssonspoketohim."Oh,Iwouldn’tmindflying,"hesaid,"butyou’llhavetocomewithme,becauseI’vepromisedmymothernottotakeoffalone."

           "Comealongthen,littleNicholson,"saidKarlsson,liftingthepuppyinhisarms.

           Asecondlatertheywereflying,KarlssonandNicholson.Firsttheyrosetowardtheceilingandcircledaroundthelighttwice,thentheyshotstraightoutofthewindow.AtthisevenJackwentpalewithastonishment.

           ThechildrenallrushedtothewindowandstoodtherewatchingKarlssonandNicholsonfloatovertherooftops.ButEriccalleddesperately,"Karlsson,Karlsson,bringbackmydog!"

           KarlssonsoonreturnedandputNicholsononthefloor.Nicholsonshookhimselfandlookedsosurprisedonemighthavethoughtitwasthefirstflightofhislife.

           "Well,that’sallfortoday.We’venothingelsetooffer,"saidKarlsson."Butyouhave,"hesaid,givingJackalittlenudge.

           Jackdidnottakethehint.

           "Toffee,"saidKarlsson.