Winged Hats' in PUCK OF POOK'S HILL.]

I say,' - Una lowered her voice -'you know that funny feeling of
things having happened before. I felt it when you said "Mus' Reynolds."'

'So did I,' Dan began. 'What is it?'

They faced each other, stammering with excitement.

'Wait a shake! I'll remember in a minute. Wasn't it something
about a fox - last year? Oh, I nearly had it then!' Dan cried.

'Be quiet!' said Una, prancing excitedly. 'There was something
happened before we met the fox last year. Hills! Broken Hills -
the play at the theatre - see what you see -'

'I remember now,' Dan shouted. 'It's as plain as the nose on
your face - Pook's Hill - Puck's Hill - Puck!'

'I remember, too,' said Una. 'And it's Midsummer Day again!'
The young fern on a knoll rustled, and Puck walked out,
chewing a green-topped rush.

'Good Midsummer Morning to you! Here's a happy meeting,'
said he. They shook hands all round, and asked questions.

'You've wintered well,' he said after a while, and looked them
up and down. 'Nothing much wrong with you, seemingly.'

'They've put us into boots,' said Una. 'Look at my feet -