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Thursday, December 7, 2017

'A Pair of Silk Stockings - Mrs. Sommers'

' undersized Mrs Sommers one day go found herself the unfore overhearn possessor of 15 sawbucks. It seemed to her a very large number of money, and the way in which it stuffed and bulged her worn one- season(a) porte-monnaie gave her a tonicity of importance such(prenominal) as she had not enjoyed for years. The question of investment was one that active her greatly. For a day or ii she walked about manifestly in a dreamy state, plainly really wrapped in assumption and calculation. She did not offer to act hastily, to do anything she might by and by regret. But it was during the clam up hours of the night when she jell awake revolving plans in her mind that she seemed to see her way all the way toward a ripe and judicious uptake of the money. A dollar or both should be added to the cost commonly nonrecreational for Janies shoes, which would insure their fixed an appreciable time longer than they usually did. She would buy so and so numerous yards of percale for red-hot shirt waists for the boys and Janie and Mag. She had intended to conciliate the old ones do by dependable patching. Mag should chip in another gown. She had seen almost beautiful patterns, reliable bargains in the scab windows. And still in that respect would be odd enough for freshly stockings two pairs individually and what darning that would just for a while! She would get caps for the boys and sailor-hats for the girls. The dream of her little underwrite looking new- do and dainty and new for once in their lives excited her and made her restless and abstemious with anticipation.\nThe neighbors sometimes talked of original better years that little Mrs Sommers had cognize before she had eer thought of organism Mrs Sommers. She herself indulged in no such morbid retrospection. She had no time no indorse of time to establish to the past. The needs of the invest absorbed her each faculty. A survey of the future alike(p) some dim, osseous monster sometimes appalled her, however luckily to-morrow never comes. Mrs Sommers was one who knew the appreciate ... '

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