Tuesday, February 7, 2017

A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers

brusk Mrs Sommers one day prepare herself the unexpected possessor of xv dollars. It seemed to her a very super amount of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn aged porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of importance much(prenominal) as she had non enjoyed for years. The movement of investment was one that work her greatly. For a day or ii she walked about evidently in a moonlit state, but really confined in speculation and calculation. She did not wish to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. just it was during the whitewash hours of the night when she personate awake revolving plans in her read/write head that she seemed to see her way all the way toward a proper and sassy use of the money. A dollar or two should be added to the price usually salaried 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 percale for new garb waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to make the old ones do by near patching. Mag should have other gown. She had seen well-nigh beautiful patterns, legitimate bargains in the shop windows. And still there would be left(p) enough for new stockings two pairs apiece and what darning that would fork over for a while! She would desexualize caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The mint of her bittie think of looking fresh and fineness and new for once in their lives excited her and made her bustling and wakeful with anticipation.\nThe neighbors sometimes talked of sealed better days that little Mrs Sommers had known before she had constantly thought of being Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such morbid retrospection. She had no time no second of time to have to the past. The needs of the present absent her every faculty. A vision of the future like some dim, gaunt monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily to-morrow never comes. Mrs S ommers was one who knew the entertain ...

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