“No,” Maida replied.
“Is there any crazy person about here?”
Maida shook her head.
“I think it was a tramp who first stole our lunch,” Arthur guessed shrewdly, “and then decided to frighten us away.”
“I think the wood is haunted.” Rosie shivered.
“Nonsense!” Maida exclaimed.
“Well I wish I hadn’t run away,” Arthur burst out impatiently. “I wish I’d stayed.”
“So do I, Arthur,” Maida agreed vigorously. “That’s the first time I ever ran away from anything in my life.”
“Let’s go back,” Arthur suggested.