` 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 Puck . ` Can you wonder that the People of the Hills do n't care to be confused with that painty-winged , wand-waving , sugar-and-shake-your-head set of impostors ? Butterfly wings , indeed ! I 've seen Sir Huon and a troop of his people setting off from Tintagel Castle for Hy-Brasil in the teeth of a sou ' - westerly gale , with the spray flying all over the Castle , and the Horses of the Hills wild with fright . Out they 'd go in a lull , screaming like gulls , and back they 'd be driven five good miles inland before they could come head to wind again . Butterfly-wings ! It was Magic -- Magic as black as Merlin could make it , and the whole sea was green fire and white foam with singing mermaids in it . And the Horses of the Hills picked their way from one wave to another by the lightning flashes ! That was how it was in the old days ! ' ` Splendid , ' said Dan , but Una shuddered . ` I 'm glad they 're gone , then ; but what made the People of the Hills go away ? '
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Afrits Butterfly-wings Djinns Hy-Brasil Nights Puck Una buzzflies fire petticoats