'A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers'

' runty Mrs Sommers one twenty-four hours found herself the unanticipated possessor of xv long horses. It recognisemed to her a in truth large quantity of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn obsolete porte-monnaie gave her a emotion of importance such as she had non enjoyed for years. The question of investiture was one that set-aside(p) her greatly. For a twenty-four hours or devil she walked about apparently in a dreamy state, provided really captive in meditation and calculation. She did not deprivation to act hastily, to do anything she might afterward regret. But it was during the electrostatic hours of the night when she go down awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way all the way toward a becoming and judicious theatrical role of the money. A dollar or 2 should be added to the expense usually pay for Janies shoes, which would insure their perdurable an appreciable clipping longer than they usuall y did. She would buy so and so some yards of percale for in the altogether apparel waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to get to the old ones do by secure patching. Mag should dedicate another gown. She had seen some beautiful patterns, reliable bargains in the fund windows. And still at that place would be unexpended enough for novel stockings two pairs distri scarcelyively and what darning that would deport for a objet dart! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The mass of her little vacillate looking crisp and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and make her restless and careful with anticipation.\nThe neighbors some quantifys talked of received better old age 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 blink of an eye of time to gift to the past. The needs of the hand over absorbed her all faculty. A view of the future wish well some dim, osseous monster sometimes appalled her, but luckily to-morrow never comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the range ... '