If you strike a glass very, very softly with a spoon several times, that sounds something like a fairy laughing—but not quite.
Puck had forgotten about George now, and was enjoying himself as much as the rest of them. He pretended that he was an aeroplane, and flew round and round until he looked as if he would fly away for good.
Then he turned head over heels ever so many times until you could hardly see him. Then he pretended to be the old frog, "Oh, ho! Oh, ho!" and puffed himself out and coughed until the fairies nearly died of laughing.
By and by the moon began to disappear behind a cloud. This was her polite way of saying that it was time for her to go to bed, because the sun was just getting up.
The party was at an end; and soon over the top of the hill peeped the sun, very red in the face, ready to begin his day's work.
BLOW-NOSEY
FROM gossamer and flowers' bloom