A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers

minuscule Mrs Sommers one day set herself the unexpected possessor of cardinal dollar signs. It seemed to her a very bighearted amount of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn quondam(a) porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of importance much(prenominal) as she had not enjoyed for years. The promontory of investment was one that occupy her greatly. For a day or ii she walked about apparently in a languorous state, but really enwrapped in speculation and calculation. She did not wish to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. and it was during the nonoperational hours of the night when she redact awake revolving plans in her understanding that she seemed to see her way clear toward a proper and keen-sighted use of the money. A dollar or two should be added to the price usually paying(a) 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 per cale for new garment waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to make the old ones do by skilled patching. Mag should have other gown. She had seen any(prenominal) beautiful patterns, received bargains in the shop windows. And still there would be remaining enough for new stockings two pairs apiece and what darning that would keep up for a while! She would sterilize caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The pot of her diminished flock looking fresh and fineness and new for once in their lives excited her and made her ungratified and wakeful with anticipation.\nThe neighbors sometimes talked of current better days that little Mrs Sommers had known before she had always thought of being Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such pathologic retrospection. She had no time no second of time to cave in to the past. The needs of the present intent her every faculty. A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appalled he r, but fortunately to-morrow never comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the revalue ...