"ONE DOLLAR AND eighty-seven cents. And sixty cents of it was in penniesThree times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas"
Um? Why would you do that
Why you looking at me like that I did it for you
“Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.” One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame,large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the“Sofronie.”“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.."I buy hair,” said Madame. “Take yer 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 practised hand.“Give it to me quick,” said Della.
You cut off your hair?
Mhm Cut it and sold it baby!
She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation—as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch.
Yep! You sure did honey!
I really went all out for some combs
“Jim, darling,” she cried, “don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again—you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say ‘Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice—what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you.”
“You say your hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.Jim looked about the room curiously.“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?”“You've cut off your hair?” asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.“Dell,” said he, “let's put our Christmas presents away and keep ’em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on.”