It fair dazzled your eyes.

It was a yellow blaze like a fire, like a sunset; such a glory, all piled up together, one piece over the other.

Why, if the room was dark you'd think you could see just the same with all that glitter there.

There wa'n't a piece that was so much as scratched; every one was like a mirror, smooth and bright, just like a little pool when the sun shines into it.

There was dinner dishes and soup tureens and pitchers; and great, big platters as long as that and wide too; and cream-jugs and bowls with carved handles, all vines and things; and drinking mugs, every one a different shape; and dishes for gravy and sauces; and then a great, big punch-bowl with a ladle, and the bowl was all carved out with figures and bunches of grapes.