Puck of Pook's Hill

by Rudyard Kipling

'Twas a passel o' no-sense talk'—he dropped his voice—'about Pharisees.' 'Yes. I've heard Marsh men belieft in 'em.' Tom looked straight at the wide-eyed children beside Bess. 'Pharisees,' cried Una. 'Fairies? Oh, I see!'