` Wait awhile , ' said Puck . ` You do n't grow an oak in a year -- and Old England 's older than twenty oaks . Let 's sit down again and think . I can do that for a century at a time . ' ` Ah , but you 're a fairy , ' said Dan . ` Have you ever heard me say that word yet ? ' said Puck quickly . ` No . You talk about `` the People of the Hills '' , but you never say `` fairies '' , ' said Una . ' I was wondering at that . Do n't you like it ? ' ` How would you like to be called `` mortal '' or `` human being '' all the time ? ' said Puck ; ` or `` son of Adam '' or `` daughter of Eve '' ? ' ' I should n't like it at all , ' said Dan . ` That 's how the Djinns and Afrits talk in the Arabian Nights . ' ` And that 's how I feel about saying -- that word that I do n't say . Besides , what you call them are made-up things the People of the Hills have never heard of -- little buzzflies with butterfly wings and gauze petticoats , and shiny stars in their hair , and a wand like a schoolteacher 's cane for punishing bad boys and rewarding good ones . I know 'em ! ' ` We do n't mean that sort , ' said Dan . ` We hate 'em too . '
` Exactly , ' said XXXXX .
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