'A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers'

' belittled Mrs Sommers one mean solar day found herself the unthought-of possessor of fifteen horses. It enchantmed to her a truly large marrow of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn white-haired porte-monnaie gave her a legal opinion of importance such as she had not enjoyed for years. The question of enthronement was one that set-aside(p) her greatly. For a day or ii she walked about patently in a dreamy state, exactly really confined in assumption and calculation. She did not propensity to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. But it was during the quiet down hours of the night when she lay awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way clearly toward a fit and judicious spend of the money. A dollar or two should be added to the determine commonly salaried for Janies shoes, which would insure their permanent an appreciable succession longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so a round(prenominal) yards of percale for new- do-sprung(prenominal) garment waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to put on the old ones do by overnice patching. Mag should pass water another gown. She had seen some beautiful patterns, certain(prenominal) bargains in the stigmatise windows. And still thither would be left wing enough for new stockings two pairs separately and what darning that would economize for a composition! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The hallucination of her little get across looking zippy and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and made her restless and light-colored with anticipation.\nThe neighbors some quantifys talked of certain better days that little Mrs Sommers had cognize before she had invariably thought of creation Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such pathologic retrospection. She had no time no insurgent of time to render to the past. The needs o f the inaugurate absorbed her both faculty. A lot of the future manage some dim, cadaverous monster sometimes appalled her, that luckily to-morrow neer comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the cheer ...'