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The Gift of The Magi
The Gift of The Magi
Now, there were two possessions of the James "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and
mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had
let's have a sight at the looks of it."
been his father's and his grandfather's. The other
was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in
Down rippled the brown cascade.
the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let
her hair hang out of the window some day to dry "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass
just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. with a practised hand.
Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his
treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would "Give it to me quick" said Della.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about
as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a
after the hardest mental labour. haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make
me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like
package you may see why you had me going a
me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair,
while at first."
ain't I?"
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and
Jim looked about the room curiously.
paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and
then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air
tears and wails, necessitating the immediate
almost of idiocy.
employment of all the comforting powers of the
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell lord of the flat.
you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side
Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs
and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a
of my head were numbered," she went on with a
Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-
sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could
shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in
ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops
the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive
on, Jim?"
combs, she knew, and her heart had simply
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He craved and yearned over them without the least
enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but
with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object the tresses that should have adorned the coveted
in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a adornments were gone.
million a year--what is the difference? A
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length
mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong
she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile
answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that
and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
was not among them. This dark assertion will be
illuminated later on.
And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat wise of these days let it be said that of all who give
and cried, "Oh, oh!" gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and
receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She
they are wisest. They are the magi.
held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The
dull precious metal seemed to flash with a Source: https://americanliterature.com/author/o-henry/short-story/the-gift-
of-the-magi
reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.