Excerpt from The Gift of the Magi

by O. Henry

Read by Emma Rye 

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings.
Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the
stores for Jim’s present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and
no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores,
and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a
platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly
proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by
meretricious ornamentation–as all good things should do.
It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it
she knew that it must be Jim’s. It was like him. Quietness
and value–the description applied to both. Twenty-one
dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home
with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might
be properly anxious about the time in any company.
Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the
sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in
place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a
little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons
and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the
ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is
always a tremendous task, dear friends–a mammoth task.