Where she stopped the sign read: 'Madame Sofronie. Quickly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Her eyes were shining, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Suddenly Della turned from the window and stood before the glass mirror and looked at herself. There was a tall glass mirror between the windows of the room. Something fine and rare - something close to being worthy of the honor of belonging to Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning to buy something nice for him. Expenses had been greater than she had expected. Jim earned twenty dollars a week, which does not go far. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only one dollar and eighty-seven cents to buy her husband Jim a gift. She stood by the window and looked out unhappily at a gray cat walking along a gray fence in a gray back yard. Which led to the thought that life is made up of little cries and smiles, with more little cries than smiles.ĭella finished her crying and dried her face. There was clearly nothing to do but sit down and cry.

Negotiating until one's face burned with the silent knowledge of being poor. Pennies saved one and two at a time by negotiating with the men at the market who sold vegetables and meat. And sixty cents of it in the smallest pieces of money - pennies. Karen Leggett adapted this story for VOA Learning English. Editor's Note: We are pleased to share a traditional holiday story with you, 'The Gift of the Magi' by O.

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