"Oh," said George, "tell me, then!"
"Good-night, Master George." Out went the light, and if George hadn't been so sleepy and tired he might have found out all about it then and there; but that would have meant that all kinds of things which were just going to happen wouldn't have happened at all, which would have been a pity.
Puck sat cross-legged on an old toadstool, and the fairies danced all round him in their magic ring.
"It was a jolly party!" he said to the old frog. "You ought to have been there."
"Ker-ek!" replied the frog. "My throat was rather sore to-night, so of course I could not go. I hear there were fireworks."
All the fairies stopped dancing and burst out laughing when they heard him say this.
"What are you laughing at?" he croaked.
Puck jumped off his stool and turned head over heels.