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"
Yes
,
I
'm
a
Gothenburger
,
"
said
Daddy
.
"
And
where
were
you
born
,
Mommy
?
"
"
In
Eskilstuna
,
"
said
Mommy
.
Eric
threw
his
arms
around
her
neck
.
"
Was
n't
it
terrifically
lucky
that
we
all
met
!
"
They
all
thought
it
was
.
And
then
they
sang
"
Happy
Birthday
"
again
,
and
he
fired
his
pistol
and
it
made
a
splendid
noise
.
He
had
plenty
of
time
to
shoot
with
his
pistol
during
the
day
while
he
waited
for
the
hour
of
the
birthday
party
.
He
also
had
ample
time
to
think
over
what
Daddy
had
said
...
that
there
might
be
more
presents
later
.
For
a
brief
,
happy
moment
he
wondered
if
,
after
all
,
perhaps
a
miracle
might
happen
and
he
would
have
a
dog
--
but
then
he
came
to
the
conclusion
that
it
was
impossible
.
He
was
cross
with
himself
for
having
such
an
idea
.
He
remembered
he
had
decided
not
to
think
of
a
dog
at
all
on
his
birthday
and
to
be
happy
all
the
same
.
Eric
was
happy
.
Later
in
the
afternoon
Mommy
began
to
set
the
table
in
his
room
very
festively
.
She
put
a
big
vase
of
flowers
on
it
and
her
best
pink
cups
and
saucers
--
three
of
them
.
"
Mommy
,
we
want
four
cups
,
"
said
Eric
.
"
Why
?
"
asked
Mommy
,
surprised
.
