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"
Oh
,
it
's
a
small
matter
,
is
n't
it
?
"
said
Eric
,
and
he
spread
his
fingers
as
Karlsson
was
in
the
habit
of
doing
.
"
It
's
not
worth
bothering
about
.
"
"
That
's
what
you
think
,
"
said
Karlsson
indignantly
.
"
It
's
easy
enough
to
pull
everything
down
and
then
to
say
it
's
a
small
matter
,
and
that
's
all
there
is
to
it
.
But
think
of
poor
little
me
,
building
that
tower
with
my
own
hands
!
"
He
pushed
his
chubby
hands
right
under
Eric
's
nose
.
Then
he
sat
down
again
on
the
stool
and
looked
more
surly
than
ever
.
"
If
this
is
how
it
's
going
to
be
,
I
'm
going
home
,
"
he
said
.
Eric
was
in
despair
.
He
stood
there
,
not
knowing
what
to
do
.
There
was
silence
for
a
long
time
.
In
the
end
Karlsson
said
,
"
If
someone
gave
me
a
little
present
,
maybe
I
'd
be
happy
again
.
It
's
not
certain
,
but
perhaps
I
'd
be
happy
if
someone
gave
me
a
little
present
.
"
Eric
ran
over
to
the
table
and
began
quickly
to
rummage
in
the
drawer
,
because
in
it
he
had
a
lot
of
nice
things
.
There
he
kept
his
stamps
and
his
marbles
and
his
crayons
and
his
tin
soldiers
.
It
was
there
that
he
kept
a
small
flashlight
which
he
was
very
fond
of
.
"
Would
you
like
this
?
"
he
said
,
holding
out
the
flashlight
for
Karlsson
to
see
.
Karlsson
snatched
it
from
him
.
"
This
is
just
the
sort
of
thing
I
need
to
make
me
happy
again
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
n't
so
nice
as
my
tower
,
but
if
you
give
it
to
me
I
'll
try
to
be
a
little
happy
,
anyway
.
"
"
I
'm
giving
it
to
you
,
"
said
Eric
.
