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ne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all.
Every day, when she went to the shops, she spent
very little money. She bought the cheapest meat, the
cheapest vegetables. And when she was tired, she still
walked round and round the shops to find the cheapest
food. She saved every cent possible.
Delia counted the money again. There was no
mistake. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was
all. And the next day was Christmas.
She couldn't do anything about it. She could only sit
down and cry. So she sat there, in the poor little room,
and she cried.
Delia lived in this poor little room, in New York,
with her husband, James Dillingham Young. They also
had a bedroom, and a kitchen and a bathroom - all
poor little rooms. James Dillingham Young was lucky,
because he had a job, but it was not a good job. These
rooms took most of his money. Delia tried to find
work, but times were bad, and there was no work for
her. But when Mr James Dillingham Young came