Edith Nesbit 
The Enchanted Castle 

  Then came a glimmer of daylight that grew and grew, and presently ended in another arch that looked out over a scene so like a picture out of a book about Italy that everyone’s breath was taken away, and they simply walked forward silent and staring. A short avenue of cypresses led, widening as it went, to a marble terrace that lay broad and white in the sunlight.

  The children, blinking, leaned their arms on the broad, flat balustrade and gazed. Immediately below them was a lake just like a lake in ‘The Beauties of Italy’ a lake with swans and an island and weeping willows; beyond it were green slopes dotted with groves of trees, and amid the trees gleamed the white limbs of statues. Against a little hill to the left was a round white building with pillars, and to the right a waterfall came tumbling down among mossy stones to splash into the lake. Steps fed from the terrace to the water, and other steps to the green lawns beside it. Away across the grassy slopes deer were feeding, and in the distance where the groves of trees thickened into what looked almost a forest were enormous shapes of grey stone, like nothing that the children had ever seen before.

‘That chap at school , ‘ said Gerald.
‘It is an enchanted castle, ‘ said Kathleen.
‘I don’t see any castle, ‘ said Jimmy.

‘What do you call that, then?’ Gerald pointed to where, beyond a belt of lime-trees, white towers and turrets broke the blue of the sky.