They looked to me like children impregnably fortified in a helpless confidence.

The sun stood half-way down the western sky, shining very soft and golden; and there grew a second world of shadows amidst the world of grasses and wild flowers.
The cottage was square, with low walls, and a high pyramidal roof thatched with long reeds, of which the withered blossoms hung over all the eaves.

It is noticeable that most of the buildings I saw in Fairy Land were cottages.

There was no path to a door, nor, indeed, was there any track worn by footsteps in the island.
The cottage rose right out of the smooth turf.

It had no windows that I could see; but there was a door in the centre of the side facing me, up to which I went.