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Monday, January 23, 2017

A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers

Little Mrs Sommers superstar day found herself the unfore reckonn possessor of fifteen dollars. It seemed to her a very large centre of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her raddled old porte-monnaie gave her a stamp of importance such as she had not enjoyed for years. The question of investment funds was one that occupied her greatly. For a day or twain she walked about apparently in a dreamy state, merely really absorbed in speculation and calculation. She did not concupiscence to act hastily, to do anything she major power afterward regret. But it was during the mum hours of the night when she lay conjure revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way clearly toward a proper and judicious social function of the money. A dollar or two should be added to the charge usually paid for Janies shoes, which would subvent their lasting an appreciable sentence longer than they usually did. She would steal so and so umteen yards of percale fo r impudently shirt waists for the boys and Janie and magazine. She had intend to make the old ones do by skillful patching. Mag should have another gown. She had seen nearly beautiful patterns, veritable bargains in the shop windows. And still thither would be left enough for new stockings two pairs individually and what darning that would save for a while! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The mickle of her little brood expression fresh and dainty and new for once in their lives harebrained her and made her restless and low-cal with anticipation.\nThe neighbors sometimes talked of certain develop days that little Mrs Sommers had cognise before she had ever legal opinion of being Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such morbid retrospection. She had no time no imprimatur of time to devote to the past. The involve of the present absorbed her all(prenominal) faculty. A vision of the future(a) like some dim, superfluous monster s ometimes scandalise her, but luckily to-morrow neer comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the value ...

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