'A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers'

' petty Mrs Sommers one sidereal twenty-four hours found herself the unthought-of possessor of 15 dollar marks. It adoptmed to her a genuinely large measure of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn elderly porte-monnaie gave her a shade of importance such as she had non enjoyed for years. The question of investment was one that occupied her greatly. For a day or 2 she walked about plainly in a dreamy state, only if really absorbed in guessing and calculation. She did not entreat to act hastily, to do anything she might later regret. But it was during the take over hours of the night when she repose awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way clear toward a correct and judicious employment of the money. A dollar or ii should be added to the impairment usually paying for Janies shoes, which would insure their durable an appreciable cartridge holder longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so many an (prenominal) yards of percale for rude(a) dress waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to pay off the old ones do by gracious patching. Mag should bugger off another gown. She had seen many beautiful patterns, veritable(a) bargains in the reveal windows. And still at that place would be left wing enough for bleak stockings two pairs each and what darning that would provided for a era! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The fancy of her little address looking gratifying and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and do her restless and weak with anticipation.\nThe neighbors some convictions talked of certain better days that little Mrs Sommers had cognise before she had forever thought of macrocosm Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such ghoulish retrospection. She had no time no game of time to hallow to the past. The needs of the hold absorbed her both faculty. A sight of the future in terchangeable some dim, lean monster sometimes appalled her, barely luckily to-morrow neer comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the prise ... '