It was perfect for Jim's gold watch. Shall I put the chops on, Jim? My hair grows awfully fast. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The selfless sacrifice that they represent, however, makes them precious.
As they do so, the narrator brings the story to a close by pronouncing that Della and Jim are the wisest of everyone who gives gifts. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Rather than either character being upset Henry manages to bring both characters even closer to each other. There was clearly nothing to do but sit down and cry. However, this surprising twist adds depth and appeal to the story. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. And now suppose you put the chops on. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and sheturned white for just a moment.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her ripplingand shining like a cascade of brown waters. Henry 1 The Gift of the Magiby O. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. She had sold her hair but it will grow again quick, she tried to convince her husband thinking he was shocked to see her. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Three times Della counted it. Many a happy hour she had spent planning to buy something nice for him. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
Jim and Della, on the other hand, despite their apparent foolishness, are wise in another sense; that is, in their ability to appreciate the sentimental meaning behind gift-giving that goes deeper than a gift's material worth. Their two most valuable possessions Now, Mr. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends—a mammoth task. A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The other was Della's hair.
It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. The story concerns James and Della Dillingham Young, a young couple who, despite their poverty, individually resolve to give each other an elegant gift on Christmas Eve. Jim has given her the set of fancy combs she's wanted for ages, only now she has no hair for them. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. But aside from that it's free.
She found it at last. Most of the presentations and slideshows on PowerShow. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. He had an expressionless face with something in his eyes that was difficult for Della to read. The other was Della's hair. The story's setting at Christmas time makes it a popular story for the holiday season. The year of a release date is no longer part of the directory path.
James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Being wise, their gifts were wise ones. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close—lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring.