![]() ![]() Oh, the next two hours were rosy as she ransacked the stores for Jim’s present. “Twenty dollars,” said Madame, lifting the mass with a practiced hand. “Take yer hat off and let’s have I sight of it.” Hair Goods of All Kinds.” One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. ![]() With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street. On went her old brown jacket on went her old brown hat. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. She did it up again nervously and quickly. So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. ![]() One was Jim’s gold watch that had been his father’s and grandfather’s. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall into its full length. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the looking glass. Something fine and rare and sterling-something just a bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. She stood by the window and looked out dully. When Della finished her cry, she attended to her cheeks with a powder puff. There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. ![]()
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