Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           Oh,dear,hecouldnotunderstandhowsomanylovelythingscouldhappeninonesingleday.Thinkofit!Nowtheywouldseethathehadadog,andonethatwasreallyhisown,andthenicest,nicest,nicestdogonthewholeearth.

           "Mommy!CanItakeBimbowithmewhenIgotoGrannie’s?"heaskedanxiously.

           "Ofcourse!Youcancarryhiminthislittlebasketwhenyougoonthetrain,"saidMommy,pointingatadogbasketwhichBobbyhadfetchedfromthehall.

           "Oh!"saidEric."Oh!"

           Thenthedoorbellrang.ItwasBridgetandChristopher.

           Ericrushedtomeetthem,shouting,"I’vegotadog!It’smyowndog!"

           "Oh,isn’thesweet!"saidBridget.Thensherememberedherselfandsaid,"Happybirthday!ThisisfromChristopherandme."

           Sheheldoutabagoftoffee,thensheeagerlyturnedbacktoBimboandexclaimed,"Oh!isn’thecute!"whichpleasedEricverymuch.

           "AlmostascuteasJoffa,"saidChristopher.

           "Almostcuter,"saidBridget."EvencuterthanNicholson."

           "Yes,muchcuterthanNicholson,"exclaimedChristopher.

           EricthoughtthatBridgetandChristopherwerereallynice,bothofthem,andheaskedthemtocomeandsitdowntothebirthdayparty.

           Mommyhadjustputoutpilesoftastyham-and-cheesesandwiches,andplatefulsofpastries.Andinthemiddleofthetablestoodthebirthdaycakewitheightcandlesonit.

           NowMommybroughtalargejugofchocolatefromthekitchenandpoureditintothecups.

           "Shouldn’twewaitforKarlsson?"suggestedEric.

           Mommyshookherhead.