“By Oak, Aſh and Thorn,' cried Puck, taking off his blue cap, ‘I like you too. Sprinkle plenty of ſalt on the biſcuit, Dan, and I'll eat it vvith you. That'll ſhovv you the ſort of perſon I am. Some of us’ -- he vvent on, vvith his mouth full -- ‘couldn't abide Salt, or Horſe-ſhoes over a door, or Mountain-aſh berries, or Running VVater, or Cold Iron, or the ſound of Church bells. But I'm Puck!’”