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"
Very
well
,
"
said
Mommy
,
"
just
a
few
then
.
"
She
placed
six
meatballs
on
a
small
plate
.
Oh
,
how
good
they
smelled
and
they
were
small
and
brown
and
round
,
just
as
they
should
be
.
Eric
carried
the
plate
carefully
in
both
hands
as
he
hurried
back
to
his
room
.
"
Look
,
Karlsson
!
"
he
called
,
opening
the
door
.
But
Karlsson
had
disappeared
.
Eric
stood
there
with
the
meatballs
,
and
Karlsson
was
not
there
.
Eric
was
terribly
disappointed
--
everything
suddenly
seemed
very
cheerless
.
"
He
's
gone
away
,
"
he
said
aloud
to
himself
.
But
then
...
"
Squeak
,
"
he
suddenly
heard
a
voice
saying
.
"
Squeak
!
"
Eric
looked
all
around
.
Far
down
at
one
end
of
the
bed
--
underneath
the
blankets
--
he
saw
a
fat
little
lump
,
moving
.
That
was
where
the
squeak
came
from
.
Then
Karlsson
's
red
face
peeped
out
from
between
the
sheets
.
"
Haha
,
"
said
Karlsson
.
"
'
He
's
gone
,
'
you
said
,
'
he
's
gone
'
--
haha
,
I
have
n't
gone
at
all
.
I
was
only
pretending
.
"
Then
he
caught
sight
of
the
meatballs
.
Presto
,
he
turned
the
button
,
the
engine
started
buzzing
,
and
Karlsson
glided
from
the
bed
straight
past
the
plate
.
He
snatched
a
meatball
on
his
way
,
rose
rapidly
up
to
the
ceiling
,
and
circled
round
the
light
,
contentedly
munching
the
meatball
.
"
Delicious
!
Excellent
!
"
he
said
.
"
You
'd
almost
think
the
World
's
Best
Meatball-Maker
had
cooked
it
,
but
it
's
obvious
he
has
n't
,
"
said
Karlsson
.
And
he
made
a
sudden
dive
toward
the
plate
and
seized
another
.
