Della counted it three times. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas
“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.“I buy hair,” said Mrs. Sofronie. “Take your hat off and let me look at it.”Down fell the brown waterfall.“Twenty dollars,” said Mrs. Sofronie,
It was good enough for The Watch. As soon as she saw it, she knew that Jim must have it. It was likehim. Quietness and value—Jim and the chain both had quietness andvalue. She paid twenty-one dollars for it. And she hurried home with the chain and eighty-seven cents.
She often said little prayersquietly, about simple everyday things. And now she said: “Please God,make him think I’m still pretty.”
My hair will grow again. You won’t care, will you? My hair growsvery fast. It’s Christmas, Jim. Let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice—what a beautiful nice gift I got for you.”“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim slowly. He seemed to laborto understand what had happened. He seemed not to feel sure heknew.“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me now? I’mme, Jim. I’m the same without my hair.”Jim looked around the room.“You say your hair is gone?” he said.“You don’t have to look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It’s the night before Christmas, boy. Be good to me,because I sold it for you.
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful gift. She held it out to him in her open hand. The gold seemed to shine softly as if with her own warm and loving spirit. “Isn’t it perfect, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at your watch a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how they look together.” Jim sat down and smiled. “Della,” said he, “let’s put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while. They’re too nice to use now. I sold the watch to get the money to buy the combs. And now I think we should have our dinner.”