欧亨利的短篇英文小说
Ⅰ 欧亨利 短篇小说
1、《麦琪的礼物》
《麦琪的礼物》是欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述的是一个圣诞节里发生在社会下层的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金仅够维持生活的小职员，女主人公德拉是一位贤惠善良的主妇。
他们的生活贫穷，但吉姆和德拉各自拥有一样极珍贵的宝物。吉姆有祖传的一块金表，德拉有一头美丽的瀑布般的秀发。
为了能在圣诞节送给对方一件礼物，吉姆卖掉了他的金表为德拉买了一套“纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝”的梳子；
德拉卖掉了自己的长发为吉姆买了一条白金表链。他们都为对方舍弃了自己最宝贵的东西，而换来的礼物却因此变得毫无作用了。
2、《警察与赞美诗》
《警察与赞美诗》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说。该短篇小说讲述的是一个穷困潦倒，无家可归的流浪汉苏比，因为寒冬想去监狱熬过，所以故意犯罪，去饭店吃霸王餐，扰乱治安，偷他人的伞，调戏妇女等，然而这些都没有让他如愿进监狱；
最后，当他在教堂里被赞美诗所感动，想要从新开始，改邪归正的时候，警察却将他送进了监狱。该小说展示了当时美国下层人民无以为生的悲惨命运。
“警察”和“赞美诗”在标题中虽然是形式上对等排列，但作为支配人类生存选择的两股力量是不对等的。在警察与赞美诗的二元对立中，以“警察”为代表的国家政权永远支配着和控制着以“赞美诗为代表的精神力量。
3、《最后一片叶子》
《最后一片叶子》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。该作品描写一位老画家为患肺炎而奄奄一息的穷学生画最后一片常春藤叶的故事。
琼西在寒冷的十一月患上了严重的肺炎，并且其病情越来越重。作为画家的她，将生命的希望寄托在窗外最后一片藤叶上，以为藤叶落下之时，就是她生命结束之时。
于是，她失去了活下去的勇气和信念。作为她的朋友苏很伤心，便将琼西的想法告诉了老画家贝尔曼，这个老画家是个脾气火爆，爱取笑人的酒鬼，终日与酒为伴。
画了近四十年的画，一事无成，每天都说要创作出一篇惊世之作，却始终只是空谈。但是他对这两位年青的画家却是照顾有佳。他听到了此事后，便骂了一通，但仍无计可施。
然而令人惊奇的事发生了：尽管屋外的风刮得那样厉害，而锯齿形的叶子边缘已经枯萎发黄，但它仍然长在高高的藤枝上。
琼西看到最后一片叶子仍然挂在树上，叶子经过凛冽的寒风依然可以存留下来， 自己为什么不能？于是又重拾生的信念，顽强地活了下来。
可是故事并不是到此就结束了，真相才刚刚打开：原来是年过六旬的贝尔曼，在一个风雨交加的夜晚，为了画上最后一片藤叶，因着凉，染上了肺炎。在他生命的最后时刻，他终于完成了令人震撼的杰作。
4、《二十年后》
《二十年后》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。一对在纽约一起长大、情同兄弟的朋友鲍勃和吉米·威尔斯，他们在鲍勃即将启程去西部冒险的时候，约定20年后在同样的时间、地点再次见面。
20年来，他们谁也不曾忘记过这个约定。鲍勃从西部不远万里来赴约，支撑他的是只要对方还记得这次约定，那无论做什么都是值得的。对于鲍勃来说，吉米永远都是最忠实、最令他信任的朋友。
然而，20年后再见面时，等待他们的不是重逢的喜悦，命运却把他们分别放在了法律天平的两端，鲍勃是警方正在通缉的要犯，而吉米却是接到命令努力追捕“狡猾的鲍勃”的警察。
对于吉米来说，究竟是继续保持对挚友的忠诚，还是履行自己作为警察的职责，他最终选择了后者。
该小说通过这两个青年20年后重逢之际所发生的意外变化，反映了美国19世纪后半期到第一次世界大战前美国社会生活各方面的深刻变迁。
5、《红毛酋长的赎金》
《红毛酋长的赎金》，欧亨利的短篇小说作品，文章讲述了一个绑架的故事。
“我”与比尔在一个名叫顶峰镇的地方，绑架了这个镇上有名望的居民埃比尼泽多塞特的独子，“我们”原想靠他去敲诈埃比尼泽；
然而“我们”万万没想到，这个孩子捉弄人，一开始，“我们”三个扮印第安人玩，后来这个孩子越来越嚣张，越来越捉弄人，还把其中一个人弄伤了，让比尔差点成了精神崩溃者。
最后“我”把勒索信送到埃比尼泽的家，可后来“我们”却被埃比尼泽给敲诈，实在是因为“我们”无法忍受着个孩子，最后的结果，“我们”把孩子送回去，并且给了他父亲250元。
Ⅱ 欧•亨利写了哪些著名的短篇小说
欧•亨利一生写出了无数脍炙人口的短篇小说，收录在《四百万》、《西部的心》、《善良的骗子》、《剪亮的灯盖》等集子中。其中《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》、《最后一片长春藤叶》等极为出名。
《欧•亨利短篇小说选》作者欧•亨利是二十世纪初美国著名短篇小说家，与法国的莫泊桑、俄罗斯的契诃夫并称为“世界三大短篇小说大师”。他的小说构思独特、情节曲折、语言诙谐，“欧•亨利式的结尾”往往出人意料。其中代表作有代表作品是《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》和《最后一片叶子》等，其著名小说还有《带家具出租的房间》、《双料骗子》等，真实准确的细节描写，生动简洁的语言使一系列栩栩如生的艺术形象展现在读者面前，也使他在世界短篇小说史上占有重要位置。他的作品构思奇巧，文字生动活泼，经常运用俚语、双关语、讹音、谐音和旧典新意。其中短篇小说中占有较大比例、值得重视的是描写美国大城市、尤其是纽约生活的作品。
Ⅲ 欧亨利中英文短篇小说集
爱洋葱有很多欧亨利中英文短篇小说，而且还是中英双语的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感兴趣可以去网站看看。
《三叶草和棕榈树》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回忆了克兰西从一位暴君的魔掌中逃脱的故事。
《失语漫游》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一觉醒来发现自己失忆了，你会怎么办？欧·亨利的《失语漫游》讲述的正是一个失忆者的故事。一位成天钻研法律的名律师，几乎与娱乐绝缘，他的生活可谓了无生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起来：他带着巨款，在客车上失忆了！接下来他该何去何从？且看欧·亨利如何将一个成功男士失忆后的心理、生活状态写得惟妙惟肖！
《黄狗自传》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
动物会写文章？动物会用语言表达自己？一只黄狗会有怎样的倾诉欲。欧·亨利短篇小说《黄狗自传》，以一只黄狗为第一人称，讲述一只狗的日常生活
《恭贺佳节》Compliments of the Season
流浪汉、布娃娃、百元大钞、百万富翁、圣诞佳节这看似风马牛不相及的一切到底有何关联？走进欧·亨利千回百转、光怪陆离、惊奇不断的奇妙小说世界，《恭贺佳节》即将向您揭晓满意的答案。
《巴格达之鸡》A Bird of Bagdad
一个谜语引发了一群人的思考，欧·亨利似的结尾总能在最后让读者恍然大悟，又或者哑然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一个小伙，小伙子为了取得参加心上人生日宴会的资格，正在为一个谜语而困惑不已。
《没有结局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描写了一位每周只挣五美圆的贫穷女工达尔西在阔佬的诱惑下，虽一时动摇但最终拒绝。她复杂的内心世界被真实的表现出来。
《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一个玩笑引发的故事，读来诙谐幽默又意味深长。小说的结尾是典型的“欧·亨利式
的结尾”，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美国驻科拉里奥领事约翰收到了来自家乡的一封信，咨询关于来科拉里奥开鞋店是否可行。出于消遣，他回信说这里急需一家鞋店。实际情况则是，这个三千多人的小镇没有几个人愿受穿鞋之苦。没想到，真的有人变卖了家产，满怀希望载着鞋子来了，而这个人竟然还是约翰心上人的父亲……
《闪光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以为是的骗子自作聪明却弄巧成拙，有勇无谋的将军无心插柳却误打误撞狠狠地捉弄了骗子。世事难料，往往事与愿违，是造化弄人，还是万事皆有因？欧·亨利的短篇小说《闪光的金子》向我们讲述了这样一个荒谬的幽默讽喻故事。
Ⅳ 求欧亨利的英文短篇小说，越全越好
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling-- something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value-- the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice--what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
http://www.readbookonline.net/stories/Henry/108/ 欧亨利的全在里面了，只要你能找到题目就行，给分吧，楼主
Ⅳ 欧亨利著名的作品
欧亨利的代表作有《阿卡迪亚的过客》 《艾基·斯科恩斯顿的迷魂药》 《爱的牺牲》 《傲慢的中心》 《白菜与皇帝》 《包打听》 《本局专案》 《变化无常的人生》 《并非特写》。
Ⅵ 欧亨利的简介他有哪些作品，长篇，中篇和短篇分别有哪
真实姓名：威廉·西德尼·波特(William Sydney Porter)
笔 名：欧·亨利(O.Henry)
生卒年代：1862.9.11-1910.6.5
美国著名批判现实主义作家,世界三大短篇小说大师之一.（欧·亨利、莫泊桑、契诃夫）
原名威廉·西德尼·波特（William Sydney Porter）,是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一,曾被评论界誉为曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父.他出生于美国北卡罗来纳州格林斯波罗镇一个医师家庭.
他的一生富于传奇性,当过药房学徒、牧牛人、会计员、土地局办事员、新闻记者、银行出纳员.当银行出纳员时,因银行短缺了一笔现金,为避免审讯,离家流亡中美的洪都拉斯.后因回家探视病危的妻子被捕入狱,并在监狱医务室任药剂师.他创作第一部作品的起因是为了给女儿买圣诞礼物,但基于犯人的身份不敢使用真名,乃用一部法国药典的编者的名字作为笔名.1901年提前获释后,迁居纽约,专门从事写作.
欧·亨利善于描写美国社会尤其是纽约百姓的生活.他的作品构思新颖,语言诙谐,结局总使人“感到在情理之中,又在意料之外”；又因描写了众多的人物,富于生活情趣,被誉为“美国生活的幽默网络全书”.代表作有小说集《白菜与国王》（有时也被视为其一生中唯一一部长篇小说）、《四百万》、《命运之路》等.其中一些名篇如《爱的牺牲》、《警察与赞美诗》、《麦琪的礼物》（也称作《贤人的礼物》）、《带家具出租的房间》、《最后一片常春藤叶》等使他获得了世界声誉,
Ⅶ 欧亨利 短篇小说
1、《麦琪的礼物》
《麦琪的礼物》是欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述的是一个圣诞节里发生在社会下层的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金仅够维持生活的小职员，女主人公德拉是一位贤惠善良的主妇。
他们的生活贫穷，但吉姆和德拉各自拥有一样极珍贵的宝物。吉姆有祖传的一块金表，德拉有一头美丽的瀑布般的秀发。
为了能在圣诞节送给对方一件礼物，吉姆卖掉了他的金表为德拉买了一套“纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝”的梳子；
德拉卖掉了自己的长发为吉姆买了一条白金表链。他们都为对方舍弃了自己最宝贵的东西，而换来的礼物却因此变得毫无作用了。
2、《警察与赞美诗》
《警察与赞美诗》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说。该短篇小说讲述的是一个穷困潦倒，无家可归的流浪汉苏比，因为寒冬想去监狱熬过，所以故意犯罪，去饭店吃霸王餐，扰乱治安，偷他人的伞，调戏妇女等，然而这些都没有让他如愿进监狱；
最后，当他在教堂里被赞美诗所感动，想要从新开始，改邪归正的时候，警察却将他送进了监狱。该小说展示了当时美国下层人民无以为生的悲惨命运。
“警察”和“赞美诗”在标题中虽然是形式上对等排列，但作为支配人类生存选择的两股力量是不对等的。在警察与赞美诗的二元对立中，以“警察”为代表的国家政权永远支配着和控制着以“赞美诗为代表的精神力量。
3、《最后一片叶子》
《最后一片叶子》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。该作品描写一位老画家为患肺炎而奄奄一息的穷学生画最后一片常春藤叶的故事。
琼西在寒冷的十一月患上了严重的肺炎，并且其病情越来越重。作为画家的她，将生命的希望寄托在窗外最后一片藤叶上，以为藤叶落下之时，就是她生命结束之时。
于是，她失去了活下去的勇气和信念。作为她的朋友苏很伤心，便将琼西的想法告诉了老画家贝尔曼，这个老画家是个脾气火爆，爱取笑人的酒鬼，终日与酒为伴。
画了近四十年的画，一事无成，每天都说要创作出一篇惊世之作，却始终只是空谈。但是他对这两位年青的画家却是照顾有佳。他听到了此事后，便骂了一通，但仍无计可施。
然而令人惊奇的事发生了：尽管屋外的风刮得那样厉害，而锯齿形的叶子边缘已经枯萎发黄，但它仍然长在高高的藤枝上。
琼西看到最后一片叶子仍然挂在树上，叶子经过凛冽的寒风依然可以存留下来， 自己为什么不能？于是又重拾生的信念，顽强地活了下来。
可是故事并不是到此就结束了，真相才刚刚打开：原来是年过六旬的贝尔曼，在一个风雨交加的夜晚，为了画上最后一片藤叶，因着凉，染上了肺炎。在他生命的最后时刻，他终于完成了令人震撼的杰作。
4、《二十年后》
《二十年后》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。一对在纽约一起长大、情同兄弟的朋友鲍勃和吉米·威尔斯，他们在鲍勃即将启程去西部冒险的时候，约定20年后在同样的时间、地点再次见面。
20年来，他们谁也不曾忘记过这个约定。鲍勃从西部不远万里来赴约，支撑他的是只要对方还记得这次约定，那无论做什么都是值得的。对于鲍勃来说，吉米永远都是最忠实、最令他信任的朋友。
然而，20年后再见面时，等待他们的不是重逢的喜悦，命运却把他们分别放在了法律天平的两端，鲍勃是警方正在通缉的要犯，而吉米却是接到命令努力追捕“狡猾的鲍勃”的警察。
对于吉米来说，究竟是继续保持对挚友的忠诚，还是履行自己作为警察的职责，他最终选择了后者。
该小说通过这两个青年20年后重逢之际所发生的意外变化，反映了美国19世纪后半期到第一次世界大战前美国社会生活各方面的深刻变迁。
5、《红毛酋长的赎金》
《红毛酋长的赎金》，欧亨利的短篇小说作品，文章讲述了一个绑架的故事。
“我”与比尔在一个名叫顶峰镇的地方，绑架了这个镇上有名望的居民埃比尼泽多塞特的独子，“我们”原想靠他去敲诈埃比尼泽；
然而“我们”万万没想到，这个孩子捉弄人，一开始，“我们”三个扮印第安人玩，后来这个孩子越来越嚣张，越来越捉弄人，还把其中一个人弄伤了，让比尔差点成了精神崩溃者。
最后“我”把勒索信送到埃比尼泽的家，可后来“我们”却被埃比尼泽给敲诈，实在是因为“我们”无法忍受着个孩子，最后的结果，“我们”把孩子送回去，并且给了他父亲250元。