"Oh, yes."
Faith stretched out her little hand and took hold of his.
"I don't want to go through the wood, we might get our feet in a horrid trap. Who puts them there? Isn't it very wicked?"
"No, no, 'tis just the boys who will trap rabbits, but they oughter open them by day, an' I'll have a word to say to 'em on that score. Come along, and your sisters will find us when they get through the copse."
"What's a copse?"
"What you call a wood."
"But the boys don't catch dear little rabbits?" Faith's face was so distressed and horror-stricken that the old man tried to soothe her.
Charity, seeing her walk off with the old man, came running back, but Timothy told her he was taking Faith to his cottage to rest.
She looked up into his face very earnestly:
"You aren't a wicked robber or ogre in disguise?" she asked. "For we've read lots of stories about children being carried off in woods."