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President Puck, who always liked things short, and was himself as lively as quicksilver, many times called these long winded fellows to order; but they kept meandering on, until daybreak, when it was time to adjourn, lest the sunshine should spoil them all, and change them into slate or stone. PRESIDENT PUCK WHO ALWAYS LIKED THINGS SHORT AND WAS HIMSELF AS LIVELY AS QUICKSILVER MANY TIMES CALLED THESE LONG WINDED FELLOWS TO ORDER BUT THEY KEPT MEANDERING ON UNTIL DAYBREAK WHEN IT WAS TIME TO ADJOURN LEST THE SUNSHINE SHOULD SPOIL THEM ALL AND CHANGE THEM INTO SLATE OR STONE
Every one of these, who might want to get in, were to be refused admittance. Another circle of rather exclusive fairies, who always kept away from the blacksmiths, hardware stores, smelting furnaces and mines, had formed an anti-iron society. These were a kind of a Welsh "Four Hundred," or élite, who would have nothing to do with anyone who had an iron tool, or weapon, or ornament in his hand, or on his dress, or who used iron in any form, or for any use. They frowned upon the idea of Cymric Land becoming rich by mining, and smelting, and selling iron. They did not even approve of the idea that any imps and dwarfs of the iron mines should be admitted to the meeting. One clique of fairies, that looked like elves were in bad humor, almost to moping. When one of these got up to speak, it seemed as if he would never sit down. He tired all the lively fairies by long-winded reminiscences, of druids, and mistletoes, and by telling every one how much better the old times were than the present. MED TO TURN MORTALS INTO CHEESE EVERY ONE OF THESE WHO MIGHT WANT TO GET IN WERE TO BE REFUSED ADMITTANCE ANOTHER CIRCLE OF RATHER EXCLUSIVE FAIRIES WHO ALWAYS KEPT AWAY FROM THE BLACKSMITHS HARDWARE STORES SMELTING FURNACES AND MINES HAD FORMED AN ANTI IRON SOCIETY THESE WERE A KIND OF WELSH FOUR HUNDRED OR ELITE WHO WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE WHO HAD AN IRON TOOL OR WEAPON OR ORNAMENT IN HIS HAND OR ON HIS DRESS OR WHO USED IRON IN ANY FORM OR FOR ANY USE THEY FROWNED UPON THE IDEA OF CUMRICK LAND BECOMING RICH BY MINING AND SMELTING AND SELLING IRON THEY DID NOT EVEN APPROVE OF THE IDEA THAT ANY IMPS AND DWARFS OF THE IRON MINES SHOULD BE ADMITTED TO THE MEETING ONE CLICK OF FAIRIES THAT LOOKED LIKE ELVES WERE IN BAD HUMOR ALMOST TO MOPING WHEN ONE OF THESE GOT UP TO SPEAK IT SEEMED AS IF HE WOULD NEVER SIT DOWN HE TIRED ALL THE LIVELY FAIRIES BY LONG WINDED REMINISCENCES OF DRUANTS AND MISTLETOES AND BY TELLING EVERY ONE HOW MUCH BETTER THE OLD TIMES WERE THAN THE PRESENT
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