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<dTitle type=main>THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
<byLine>by
<dAuthor>O. Henry</dAuthor></byLine>
<dImprint>From the collection <hi rend=italic>The Four Million</hi>
1904</dImprint>
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<p>One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And
sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two
at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and
the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent
imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied.
Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven
cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
<p>There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the
shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which
instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of
sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
<p>While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding
from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home.
A furnished f . . .
