Ellen's Letter by Anonymous
'You must be sure to write it all
down, Jessy,' said Ellen, looking
over her sister's shoulder: 'you must
tell how naughty Bob was, and how
he threw your doll on the fire, and all
the wax melted, and that he broke my
doll's arms and legs, so that I have had
to sew them all over to keep the bran
from running out.'
'Yes—and how he trampled on our
gardens, and broke down my rose-bush
and all my pinks. I don't think I shall
have room for all the things there are to
tell mamma about him. There never
was such a naughty boy! When he
gets one of his tempers he does not seem
to know what he is doing.'
And Ellen leaned down on the table,
and went on writing.
Just then the door opened, and Bob
himself came in. He was a fat, rosy
little boy, and he did not look very
fierce now; indeed, he looked quite
meek and gentle. He came up to
his sisters, and said, 'Bob is sorry;
he won't spoil dolls and gardens
'Ah! it is too late now, Bob,' said
Ellen; 'you have spoiled everything;
and I am telling mamma all about it in
my letter, so she won't bring you the
baker's cart and the whip that you
You are a very naughty boy, Bob,'
said Jessy, 'and I am not going to play
with you again.'
Bob went very red.
'Take care; he's going into a temper
again,' said Ellen, as Bob made a snatch
at the letter she was writing. She held
it out of his reach, and then he gave a
loud scream and began crying with all
'I'll go to nurse!' he cried, rushing
out of the room, shouting as loud as he
'He is the worst boy that ever lived!'
'Now we'll get on with the letter,'
But just then they heard another
scream—which was not Bob—and then
a bumping noise on the stairs.
'He's fallen down-stairs. Perhaps
he's killed,' said Jessy, turning pale.
And the two girls ran to see what was
Yes, Bob, in his passion, did not see
where he was going, and he slipped, and
fell from the top of the stairs to the
'Oh, nurse, is he much hurt?' cried
Ellen, for nurse and the rest of the
servants were there.
It was a long time before Bob came
The doctor was sent for, and he found
that Bob's arm was broken; and poor
Bob had to suffer a great deal of pain in
having it set.
'Poor Bob!' said Ellen to Jessy; 'we
won't send our letter to mamma.'
'No,' said Jessy; 'it will be a great
trouble to mamma to find poor Bob so
ill. We will not give her any more
trouble.' And she tore up the letter.
But another letter was written to
mamma to tell her what had happened,
and she came at once.
Bob was lying quite still, muttering
something to himself, but only loud
enough for Ellen and Jessy to hear the
word 'Naughty, naughty.'
'But we did not think you would fall
down-stairs, Bob,' said Jessy.
Bob looked up at Jessy, and said,
'No, no; naughty Bob, not naughty Jessy.'