J: You—–? D: Jim. 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. Jim, it will grow quickly. You don’t mind, do you ? I just had to do it. My hair grows very fast, you know. Say ‚Merry Christmas!‛ Jim, and let’s be happy. J: You’ve cut off your hair?
Jim, you don’t know what a nice –what a beautiful , nice gift I’ve got for you. Can you guess? J: I’m sorry. I won’t guess. D: Look. A gold watch chain. Isn’t it lovely ,Jim? I hunted all over the town to find it. You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks onff and sold it. It’s sold. I tell you sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve , Jim. Be good to
J: Well , Della. Don’t make any mistake about me. I don’t think there’s anything about a hair cut that could make me love you any less. I know, it went for me. Look at this package . D: What ? J: Look at it yourself. You ‘ll see. D:Ah! The combs. They were in the shop windows for many months! J:Yes, the beautiful combs, pure tortoiseshell, with jewelry rims – just the color to wear in your beautiful, hair. D: But , Jim. They are expensive combs. I know, my heart had longed for them without the least hope of possession. Now they are mine. Thank you Jim. J; Now, you will see why I was upset at first.