There were other places where money might be spent. A store down the street sold books and magazines. Missus Sommers bought two costly magazines. They were ones she used to read back when she had been able to enjoy other pleasant things. She lifted her skirts as she crossed the street. Her new stockings and boots and gloves had worked wonders for her appearance. They had given her a feeling of belonging to the well-dressed crowds. She was very hungry. Another time she would have ignored the desire for food until reaching her home. But the force that was guiding her would not permit her to act on such a thought. There was a restaurant at the corner. She had never entered its doors. She had sometimes looked through the windows. She had noted the white table cloths and shining glasses. When she entered, her appearance created no surprise. She seated herself at a small table. A waiter came at once to take her order. She ordered six oysters, a chop, something sweet, a glass of wine and a cup of coffee. While waiting to be served she removed her gloves very slowly. She picked up her magazine and looked through it. It was all very agreeable. A pleasing piece of music could be heard. She tasted a bite, and she read a word or two and she slowly drank the wine. She moved her toes around in the silk stockings. The price of it all made no difference. When she was finished, she counted out the money to the waiter and left an extra coin on his tray. He bowed to her as if she were a princess of royal blood. There was still money in her purse, and her next gift to herself was a theatre advertisement. When she entered the theatre, the play had already begun. She laughed and cried at the play. She even talked a little with the women. One woman wiped her eyes with a small square of lace and passed Missus Sommers her box of candy.