The story of the fairy-glove seems peculiar to the Mournes. A lady who lives near Annalong told me that when she was a little girl, around fifty years ago, she found on her window-sill one morning a tiny, slate-coloured glove. It was perfectly made, with tightening at the wrist, but it was so small it would not have fitted her thumb. She took it to an old man who lived in the district, a ‘wise man,’ who told her it was a fairy-glove and advised her to put it back where she had found it. She did so and some days later it disappeared as mysteriously as it had appeared. She thought that the fairy who had lost it had come back and found it. (Foster, Ulster, 80)