Then there were canisters of tea and coffee, tins of mustard, a basket of eggs, some onions, boxes of baking-powder and of blacking; all arranged so as to make an impression on the passers-by; everything clean and bright.

Above the window stood in imposing gilt letters the name of the proprietor: O'Gree.
They entered.

The shop was very small and did not contain much stock.
The new shelves showed a row of biscuit-tins, but little else, and from the ceiling hung balls of string.

On the counter lay an inviting round of boiled beef.

Odours of provisions and of fresh paint were strong in the air.