A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers

lesser Mrs Sommers one day run aground herself the unexpected possessor of xv clams. It seemed to her a very rotund amount of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn elderly porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of importance much(prenominal) as she had non enjoyed for years. The apparent movement of investment was one that in use(p) her greatly. For a day or devil she walked about plain in a lackadaisical state, but really absent in speculation and calculation. She did not wish to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. further it was during the subdued hours of the night when she demean awake revolving plans in her creative thinker that she seemed to see her way all the way toward a proper and wise(p) use of the money. A dollar or two should be added to the price commonly stipendiary for Janies shoes, which would insure their lasting an considerable time longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so many yards of perc ale for new raiment waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to make the old ones do by practised patching. Mag should have other gown. She had seen both(prenominal) beautiful patterns, true bargains in the shop windows. And still there would be leftover enough for new stockings two pairs apiece and what darning that would pull through for a while! She would find out caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The passel of her particular extend looking fresh and niminy-piminy and new for once in their lives excited her and made her quick and wakeful with anticipation.\nThe neighbors sometimes talked of real better days that little Mrs Sommers had known before she had constantly thought of being Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such pathological retrospection. She had no time no second of time to pull to the past. The needs of the present draped her every faculty. A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appall ed her, but luckily to-morrow never comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the pass judgment ...