Jim took a small box out of his pocket. “I love your short hair, Della,” he said. “I’m sorry I seemed so strange. But if you open the box you will understand.” Della opened the box. First she smiled, then suddenly she began to cry. In the box were two beautiful combs. Combs like those were made to hold up long hair. Della could see that the combs came from an expensive store. She never thought she would have anything so beautiful! Oh, Jim, they are beautiful! And my hair grows fast, you know. But wait! You must see your gift.” Della gave Jim the chain. The chain was bright, like her eyes. “Isn’t it a good one, Jim? I looked for it everywhere. You’ll have to look at the time one hundred times a day, now. Give me your watch. I want to see them together.’