she knew immediately that it was right for Jim. She must have it. The shop took twenty-one dollars from her for it, and she hurried home with the eighty-seven cents. When she arrived there, she looked at her very short hair in the glass. What can I do with it? she thought. For the next half an hour she was very busy.
Then she looked again in the glass. Her hair was now in very small curls all over her head. Oh, dear. I look like a schoolgirl! she said to herself. Whats Jim going to say when he sees me?
At seven oclock the dinner was nearly ready and Delia was waiting. Oh, I hope he thinks that Im still beautiful! she thought.
The door opened and Jim came in and closed it. He looked very thin and he needed a new coat. His eyes were on Delia. She could not understand the look on his face, and she was afraid. He was not angry or surprised. He just watched her, with that strange look on his face. Delia ran to him.
Jim, she cried. Dont look at me like that. I sold my hair because I wanted to give you a present. It will soon be long again. I had to do it, Jim. Say "Happy Christmas", please. I have a wonderful present for you!
Youve cut off your hair? asked Jim.
Yes. I cut it off and sold it, Delia said. But dont you love me any more, Jim? Im still me.
Jim looked round the room.
You say your hair has gone? he said, almost stupidly.
Yes. I told you. Because I love you! Shall I get the dinner now, Jim?
Suddenly Jim put his arms round his Delia. Then he took something from his pocket and put it on the table.
I love you, Delia, he said. It doesnt matter if your hair is short or long. But if you open that, youll see why I was unhappy at first.
Excited, Delia pulled off the paper. Then she gave a little scream of ha
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