The towers stood up strong and proud against the sky. Smoke was coming out of the chimneys.
“Do you suppose the Earl himself is at home?” Eileen asked her Father.
“’Tis not unlikely,” Mr McQueen answered. “He comes home sometimes with parties of gentlemen and ladies for a bit of shooting or fishing.”
“Maybe he’ll come to the Fair,” Eileen said to Larry.
“Sure, he’d never miss anything so grand as the Fair and he being in this part of the world,” said Larry.
Some distance from the Castle they could see a church spire, and the roofs of the town, and nearer they saw a little village of stalls standing in the green field, like mushrooms that had sprung up overnight.
“The Fair! The Fair!” cried the Twins.