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fairy and his companions in 

 ''^M 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 



