It was an old rusty trap.

I do not know how long it can have been there.

But it held Dido fast, and she would not let me leave her.

I should have been there still if it had not been for the timely help of a gentleman who was passing through the wood and heard her yelping.

She made enough noise to wake the dead." "Ah, poor Dido!" My grandmother's attention was diverted to the dog, who was especially dear to her for Uncle Luke's sake.