One dolor an eighty seven cents . That was all. She had left , one cent and then another and then another, in her careful buying of meat and other food. Della counted edit three times. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag.She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking in a backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present .
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty-seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
“I buy hair,” said Madame. “Take your hat off and let’s have a sight at the looks of it.”Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars,” said Madame, lifting the mass with a practiced hand.“Give it to me quick,” said Della.
. I had my hair cutoff and sold it. I couldn’t live through Christmas without giving you a4T h e G i f t o f t h e M a g igift. My hair will grow again. You won’t care, will you? My hair growsvery fast. It’s Christmas, Jim. Let’s be happy.you to understand me, Dell,” he said. “Nothing like ahaircut could make me love you any less. But if you’ll open that, youmay know what I felt when I came in.”White fingers pulled off the paper. And then a cry of joy; andthen a change to tears.For there lay The Combs—the combs that Della had seen in ashop window and loved for a long time.
Each sold the most valuable thing he owned in order to buy a gift forthe other. But let me speak a last word to the wise of these days: Of allwho give gifts, these two were the most wise. Of all who give and receivegifts, such as they are the most wise. Everywhere they are the wise ones.They are the magi.