The Faery Tales of Weir

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The nursery was high up under the eaves, so that the rest of the house seemed faraway – a wonderful region where music might sound, or where, by stealing down, one might see fair ladies like the princesses of the tales smiling at gallant gentlemen. One’s own mother might turn, indeed, into a princess just before it was time to go to bed, with white arms and jewels upon her neck. Then one fell asleep knowing that no day in Weir could be without its enchantment, whether the clouds seemed caught in the tree-tops, or the snow flew and made the red roofs white; or whether the sun danced on the green lawns, for each day ended with a faery tale, and these are the tales of Weir.