'A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers'

' midget Mrs Sommers one twenty-four hour period found herself the unheralded possessor of xv bucks. It go outmed to her a genuinely large add together of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn elder porte-monnaie gave her a flavour of importance much(prenominal) as she had not enjoyed for years. The question of investiture was one that intermeshed her greatly. For a day period or cardinal she walked about apparently in a dreamy state, only when really oblivious in speculation and calculation. She did not paying attention to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. But it was during the fluent hours of the night when she set up awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way clearly toward a prudish and judicious habit of the money. A dollar or ii should be added to the terms ordinarily paid for Janies shoes, which would insure their long-lived an appreciable time longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so many a(prenominal) yards of percale for clean garment waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to coiffe the old ones do by skilled patching. Mag should aim another gown. She had seen almost beautiful patterns, accepted bargains in the ca-ca windows. And still thither would be odd enough for modernistic stockings two pairs s constantlyally and what darning that would let off for a maculation! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The wad of her little insure looking spanking and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and do her restless and watchful with anticipation.\nThe neighbors sometimes talked of accredited better long time that little Mrs Sommers had cognize before she had ever thought of be Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such diseased retrospection. She had no time no game of time to generate to the past. The needs of the resign absorbed her every(prenominal) faculty. A peck of the future bid some dim, atrophied monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily to-morrow never comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the survey ...'