HE pretty works of my 
fairy and his companions in 
mischief are seen on every 
hand from spring until win- 
ter, but few of us have ever 
seen the fay, for Puck is no myth nor Ariel a creat- 
ure of the poet's fancy. Their prototype existed 
in entomological entity and demoralizing mischiev- 
ousness ages before the traditional fay, in diminu- 
tive human form, had been dreamed of. The 
quaint, bow - legged little " brownies," which have 
brought our entire land beneath the witching 
spell of their drollery, can scarce claim prestige 
in the ingenuity of their mischief, nor can the 
droll doings of imps and elves chronicled in the 
folk - lore of many an ancient people begin to 
match the actual doings of the real, live, busy 
