25 JANUARY 1946, Page 15

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Snz,—Of course Miss Reilly is right. I apologise to Bob Cratchitt, whom I was probably confusing with Sim Pappertit or someone. Possibly, then, the only ill-behaved Bob in literature is the one in a fascinating picture- book of my father's (and my) nursery. So far as I temember this classic, "Bob was a bad boy. He ate as a pig. He did sop his bun in his tea." Bob ended, to the delight of his readers, by being put by his papa in the pig sty, apparently for good, on the grounds that those who eat as pigs

should live with pigs.—Yours, &c., ROSE MACAULAY. London.