"There's woman's gear enough, but it were easier for me to recount the names of all the children of Gillean-ni-Tuaidhe than to remember how you call the things you wear." So saying he entered the store.

The Quakeress followed, and Haward, tired of his own thoughts, and in the mood to be amused by trifles, trod in their footsteps.
Door and window faced the west, and the glow from the sinking sun illumined the thousand and one features of the place.

Here was the glint of tools and weapons; there pewter shone like silver, and brass dazzled the eyes.

Bales of red cotton, blue linen, flowered Kidderminster, scarlet serge, gold and silver drugget, all sorts of woven stuffs from lockram to brocade, made bright the shelves.

Pendent skins of buck and doe showed like brown satin, while looking-glasses upon the wall reflected green trees and painted clouds.