He brushed the crumbs carefully from his doublet and shook hands.
'We always said, Dan and I,' Una stammered, 'that if it ever happened we'd know ex-actly what to do; but—but now it seems all different somehow.'
'She means meeting a fairy,' said Dan. 'I never believed in 'em—not after I was six, anyhow.'
'I did,' said Una. 'At least, I sort of half believed till we learned "Farewell Rewards". Do you know "Farewell Rewards and Fairies"?'
'Do you mean this?' said Puck. He threw his big head back and began at the second line:
'Good housewives now may say, For now foul sluts in dairies, Do fare as well as they;, And though they sweep their hearths no less,
('Join in, Una!')
Than maids were wont to do, Yet who of late for cleanliness, Finds sixpence in her shoe?'
The echoes flapped all along the flat meadow.