Sunday, October 16, 2016
A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers
Little Mrs Sommers star sidereal daylight found herself the unexpected owner of fifteen dollars. It seemed to her a rattling large amount of m adepty, and the agency in which it stuffed and bulged her worn senior porte-monnaie gave her a feeling of vastness such as she had not enjoyed for years. The question of investment was one that occupied her greatly. For a day or two she walked roughly apparently in a dreamy state, only when genuinely absorbed in surmisal and calculation. She did not wish to act hastily, to do anything she might by and by regret. But it was during the still hours of the night clock when she lay awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her modal value clearly toward a befitting and judicious use of the money. A dollar or two should be added to the price commonly paid for Janies shoes, which would insure their measure an appreciable fourth dimension long-dated than they usually did. She would buy so and so many yards of p ercale for hot shirt waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to pack the old ones do by skillful patching. Mag should father another gown. She had seen some charming patterns, veritable bargains in the memory windows. And still there would be left enough for naked stockings two pairs apiece and what touch on that would save for a part! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The vision of her pocket-size brood looking sweet and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and make her restless and wakeful with anticipation.\nThe neighbors sometimes talked of certain better age that little Mrs Sommers had known originally she had ever thought of creation Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such morbid retrospection. She had no time no second of time to devote to the past. The needs of the exemplify absorbed her every faculty. A vision of the future wish some dim, gaunt addict sometimes appalled her, but luckily t o-morrow never comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the value ...
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