![]() ![]() 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 ones 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. The Gift of the Magi (A Special Story for Christmas) ![]()
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