No cold glass reveals their charms only to shut you off.

Their wares lie invitingly exposed to the public, seeming to you already half your own.
At the very first you come to you stop involuntarily, lost in admiration over what you take to be bric-a-brac.

It is only afterwards you learn that the object of your ecstasy was the commonest of kitchen crockery.
Next door you halt again, this time in front of some leathern pocket-books, stamped with designs in color to tempt you instantly to empty your wallet for more new ones than you will ever have the means to fill.

If you do succeed in tearing yourself away purse-whole, it is only to fall a victim to some painted fans of so exquisite a make and decoration that escape short of possession is impossible.

Opposed as stubbornly as you may be to idle purchase at home, here you will find yourself the prey of an acute case of shopping fever before you know it.
Nor will it be much consolation subsequently to discover that you have squandered your patrimony upon the most ordinary articles of every-day use.