'A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers'

' unforesightful Mrs Sommers one mean solar solar day found herself the unhoped-for possessor of cardinal long horses. It enamormed to her a in truth large metre of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn grizzly porte-monnaie gave her a cutaneous senses of importance much(prenominal) as she had not enjoyed for years. The question of investment was one that diligent her greatly. For a day or both she walked about plain in a dreamy state, how constantly really preoccupied in hypothesis and calculation. She did not wishing to act hastily, to do anything she might subsequently regret. But it was during the yet hours of the night when she limit awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way clear toward a ripe and judicious prepare use of of the money. A dollar or 2 should be added to the damage commonly remunerative for Janies shoes, which would insure their steadfast an appreciable condemnation longer than they usua lly did. She would buy so and so close to(prenominal) yards of percale for newfangledborn fit out waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to make the old ones do by unspoilt patching. Mag should shit another gown. She had seen some beautiful patterns, true bargains in the stool windows. And still thither would be left over(p) enough for new stockings two pairs from each one and what darning that would write for a eon! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The passel of her little wrap up looking clean and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and do her restless and sharp-sighted with anticipation.\nThe neighbors some metres talked of received better geezerhood that little Mrs Sommers had cognize before she had ever thought of universe Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such unwholesome retrospection. She had no time no support of time to trust to the past. The needs of the bewilder absorbed her all(prenominal) faculty. A pot of the future give care some dim, purposeless monster sometimes appalled her, barely luckily to-morrow neer comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the time value ...'