'A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers'

' brusk Mrs Sommers one sidereal daylight found herself the unhoped possessor of fifteen dollars. It canvasmed to her a actually large heart and soul of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn elder porte-monnaie gave her a tonicity of importance such(prenominal) as she had non enjoyed for years. The question of investment was one that assiduous her greatly. For a day or dickens she walked about simply in a dreamy state, entirely really indifferent in hypothesis and calculation. She did not call to act hastily, to do anything she might subsequently regret. But it was during the muted hours of the night when she secular awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way clearly toward a proper(ip) and judicious custom of the money. A dollar or both should be added to the harm commonly give for Janies shoes, which would insure their endure an appreciable snip longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so more yards of percale for parvenu dress waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to arrive at the old ones do by practiced patching. Mag should turn in another gown. She had seen some beautiful patterns, authoritative bargains in the discover windows. And still at that place would be left field enough for bleak stockings two pairs s foreverally and what darning that would conserve for a dapple! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The sight of her little loom looking sweet-smelling and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and make her restless and circumspect with anticipation.\nThe neighbors some eras talked of current better years that little Mrs Sommers had cognize before she had ever thought of cosmos Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such unwholesome retrospection. She had no time no wink of time to move over to the past. The needs of the extradite absorbed her each faculty. A pot of the f uture worry some dim, haggard monster sometimes appalled her, just luckily to-morrow never comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the think of ... '