The talk now turned on Puck, who was to be the president of the meeting.
Thinking that this was intended to be a polite question, Puck looked up.
Now it was Puck who led the fairies as the great peacemaker.
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's Guardian Angel, like Chellalu's, must be ever in attendance.
Puck has none of Pickles' faults, and a good many of her virtues.
As well as the pockets of my trousers, Puck threw out disdainfully.
I believe you, was all Puck said, and with that he tried to pull his head off.
Puck looked after her, and carefully meditated what might still be said.