A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers

pifflingr Mrs Sommers one day shew herself the unexpected possessor of cardinal dollar bills. It seemed to her a very too large amount of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn old porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of importance much(prenominal) as she had not enjoyed for years. The inquire of investment was one that industrious her greatly. For a day or ii she walked about evidently in a moony state, but really heedless in speculation and calculation. She did not wish to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. exclusively it was during the unruffled hours of the night when she amaze awake revolving plans in her disposition that she seemed to see her way clearly toward a proper and apt use of the money. A dollar or two should be added to the price commonly nonrecreational for Janies shoes, which would insure their lasting an appreciable time longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so many yards of percale for ne w dress waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to make the old ones do by courteous patching. Mag should have roughly other gown. She had seen some beautiful patterns, received bargains in the shop windows. And still there would be left wing enough for new stockings two pairs apiece and what darning that would make unnecessary for a while! She would sustain caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The hatful of her little cover looking fresh and prissy and new for once in their lives excited her and made her energetic and wakeful with anticipation.\nThe neighbors sometimes talked of plastered better days that little Mrs Sommers had known before she had ever so thought of being Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such unwholesome retrospection. She had no time no second of time to sacrifice to the past. The needs of the present confined her every faculty. A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appalled her, b ut fortuitously to-morrow never comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the place ...