"Afraid of what?"
"Well, you know, woods sometimes have inhabitants one might be afraid of."
"Oh, but the inhabitants of our woods are more afraid of me than I of them."
"Can any one be afraid of you?"
"Oh, yes they are, because I catch them."
"The robbers?"
"Don't be so silly, or I shall be cross!"
"I should like to see what you look like when you are cross."
"Well, I shall be if you talk such rubbish again. I catch butterflies in the wood."
"Are there pretty butterflies there? I had a collection when I was a student; I believe I have it still."