Anna McClure Sholl
Anna McClure Sholl · English
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Anna McClure Sholl · English
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THE FAERY TALES OF WEIR Only in far-away towns are the real faery tales told in shadowy nurseries whose windows in summer open upon shimmering gardens and on whose walls in winter the fire-goblins dance. Weir is one of these towns—a sweet, hushed place, lying where the hills spread broadly to the south sun, and the trees are thick as in a painting. There are shops, too, with bulging windows through which you can scarcely see the toys or the flowers or the sweetmeats, because Time has
Anna McClure Sholl
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