"I buy hair," said the lady. "Take off your hat and let me see what it looks like."

Small brown waterfalls pour down.

"Twenty dollars," the lady said, grasping her hair skillfully.

"Give me the money quickly." Della said.

Oh, the next two hours seem to fly by with rosy wings. You don't have to add this hash metaphor day after day. Anyway, Della is looking for a present for Jim in the shop.

Della finally found it. It must be done for Jim, not for others. She searched all the shops, but there was nothing. It's a platinum bracelet with a simple and simple style. It only depends on goods to reflect its value, not on any decoration-all good things should be like this. It even deserves that gold watch. As soon as she saw it, she thought she had to buy it for Jim. Just like him. Quiet and valuable-this sentence is just right to describe the bracelet and Jim himself. The store sold it to her for 2 1 dollar, and she left 87 cents and hurried home. With that chain, Jim can look at the time anytime and anywhere without any worries. Although that watch is luxurious, he sometimes just peeks at it, because he only uses an old belt instead of a watch chain.

When Della came home, a small part of her intoxication was replaced by caution and reason. She took out the curling iron pliers, lit the gas and set out to remedy the disaster caused by love and generosity. Dear friends, this is always a difficult job-it is simply an amazing job.

Within forty minutes, her head was covered with small curly hair, and she became like a truant pupil. She looked at the mirror carefully and sternly.

"It would be strange if Jim looked at me and didn't kill me," she said to herself. "He will say that I look like a singer in Coney Island amusement park. what can I do? -alas! It's only one dollar and eighty-seven cents. What can I do? "

At seven o'clock, the coffee is ready, and the frying pan behind the stove is still hot, ready to fry steak.

Jim is never late. Della folded the watch chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table at the door where he had to pass when he came in. Then she heard his footsteps on the stairs downstairs. Her face turned white for a moment. She has a habit of silently praying for the simplest things in daily life. Now she whispers, "Please God, let him think that I am still beautiful."

The door opened and Jim came in and closed it behind him. He is thin and serious. Poor guy, he's only 22 years old-he's shouldering the burden of his family! He needs a new coat, but he doesn't have gloves.

Jim stood motionless at the door, like a hunting dog sniffing quail. His eyes were fixed on Della with an expression that she could not understand, which frightened her greatly. This is neither anger nor surprise, nor dissatisfaction, nor disgust, nor any expression she expected. He just stared at della with that strange look.

Della twisted her waist, jumped down from the table and approached him.

"Jim, honey," she cried, "don't stare at me like that. I cut off my hair and sold it, because I can't spend Christmas without giving you a present. Hair will grow back-you don't care, do you? I have to do this. My hair grows very fast. Say "Merry Christmas"! Rum makes us happy. What beautiful things I bought for you. You'll never guess. "

"Did you cut off your hair?" Jim asked with difficulty, as if he had racked his brains to understand the obvious fact.

"Not only cut it, but also sold it." Della said. "Anyway, are you still like me? Although I have no hair, I am still me, aren't I? "

Jim looked around the room curiously.

"You said your hair was gone?" He asked with an almost idiotic expression.

"You don't have to look for it," said Della. "I tell you, it has been sold-sold, gone. It's Christmas Eve, dear. Treat me well. I cut your hair. My hair may be countless, "she went on suddenly and very gently," but my love for you is countless. Jim, shall I fry the steak? "

Jim seems to suddenly wake up from a trance. He held della in his arms. Let's not take the liberty. Let's take ten seconds to look at something irrelevant on the other hand. Eight yuan a week's rent, or one million yuan a year-what's the difference? Mathematicians or witty people may give you an incorrect answer. Maggie brought a precious gift, but there was nothing like it. This obscure sentence will be explained below.

Maggie: refers to the three sages who came to give gifts when Christ was born. One is the three kings of the East: Melchior (the king of light) presented gold as a symbol of honor; Gaspar (white) presents frankincense as a symbol of sacredness; Balsa gave myrrh, which shows that Christ was later persecuted and died. ]

Jim took a bag of things from his coat pocket and threw it on the table.

"Don't get me wrong, Del." He said, "My love for my girl will never diminish, whether it's a haircut, a shave or a shampoo. But just open the bag and you will understand why you just froze me. "

White fingers quickly tore the rope and wrapping paper. Then there was a cry of ecstasy; Then, alas! Suddenly turned into a female neurotic cry, and immediately needed the owner of the apartment to try his best to comfort her.

Because in front of us is the set of combs inserted in the hair-a full set of hair combs, for temples and behind, everything; This used to be something Della longed for in a Broadway window. Beautiful hair comb made of pure tortoiseshell with jewels on the edge-the color is really perfect to match the lost hairdressing. She knows that this set of hair combs is very valuable. She has been fascinated for a long time, but she has never had the hope of owning it. Now it belongs to her, but the hair wearing these long-awaited decorations is gone.

But she still held the comb in her arms. After a long time, she raised her misty eyes and said to Jim with a smile, "My hair grows fast, Jim!" " "

Then Della jumped up like a kitten burned by fire and cried, "Oh! Oh! "

Jim hasn't seen his beautiful present yet. She eagerly held out her open palm and handed it to him. Unconscious precious metals seem to shine, reflecting her cheerful and enthusiastic mood.

"Beautiful, Jim? I ran all over the city to find it. Now I have to look at my watch hundreds of times every day. Give me your watch, I want to see how it matches. "

Jim didn't do what she said, but fell down on the sofa and laughed with his hands in his head.

"Del," he said, "let's put the Christmas presents aside and save them for the time being. They are so good that it's a pity to use them now. I sold my gold watch and bought your comb for money. Now please fry the steak. "