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Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy.

 She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. 'If Jim doesn't kill me,' she said to herself, 'before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. 

But what could I do - oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?' At seven o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove, hot and ready to cook the chops. 

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. 

She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered:Please God, make him think I am still pretty.

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty two  and to be burdened with a family! 

He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

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Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. 

It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. 

Della wriggled off the table and went for him. 'Jim, darling,' she cried, '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. 

It'll grow out again - you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say "Merry Christmas!" Jim, and let's be happy. 

You don't know what a nice - what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you.'

You've cut off your hair?' asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

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Cut it off and sold it,' said Della. 

Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?' Jim looked about the room curiously. 

You say your hair is gone?' he said with an air almost of idiocy. 'You needn't look for it,' said Della. 

It's sold, I tell you - sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,' she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, 'but nobody could ever count my love for you. 

Shall I put the chops on, Jim?' Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year - what is the difference? 

A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. 

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. Don't make any mistake, Dell,' he said, 'about me. 

I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. 

But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going awhile at first.' White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper.

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For there lay The Combs - the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshiped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoiseshell, with jeweled rims - just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. 

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say:

My hair grows so fast, Jim! And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried Oh, oh! Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. 

She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. 'Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over 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 on it. Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. 

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Dell,' said he, 'let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em awhile. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on.

The magi, as you know, were wise men - wonderfully wise men - who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. 

They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. 

But in a last word to the wise of these days, let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

 AT MIDNIGHT THE CAFÉ was crowded. By some chance the little table at which I sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons.

 And then a cosmopolitan sat in one of them, and I was glad, for I held a theory that since Adam no true citizen of the world has existed. We hear of them, and we see foreign labels on much luggage, but we find travelers instead of cosmopolitans. 

I invoke your consideration of the scene - the marble-topped tables, the range of leather-upholstered wall seats, the gay company, the ladies dressed in demi-state toilets, speaking in an exquisite visible chorus of taste, economy, opulence or art, the sedulous and largess-loving garçons, the music wisely catering to all with its raids upon the composers; the mélange of talk and laughter - and, if you will, the Würzburger in the tall glass cones that bend to your lips as a ripe cherry sways on its branch to the beak of a robber jay. 

I was told by a sculptor from Mauch Chunk that the scene was truly Parisian. 

My cosmopolitan was named E. Rushmore Coglan, and he will be heard from next summer at Coney Island. 

He is to establish a new 'attraction' there, he informed me, offering kingly diversion. 

And then his conversation rang along parallels of latitude and longitude.