Now it was Puck who led the fairies as the great peacemaker.
Thinking that this was intended to be a polite question, Puck looked up.
The talk now turned on Puck, who was to be the president of the meeting.
Puck would laugh if you should say that a telephone was any new thing to him.
Her twin in mischief is Puck, and she, too, is fond of paying visits to the bungalow.
Puck has none of Pickles' faults, and a good many of her virtues.
Puck's Guardian Angel, like Chellalu's, must be ever in attendance.
I believe you, was all Puck said, and with that he tried to pull his head off.
As well as the pockets of my trousers, Puck threw out disdainfully.
Puck seemed not to realize how serious she was, and how deeply stirred.