'Yes, I cut it off and sold it,' Della said. 'But don't you love me anymore, Jim? I'm still me.'
Jim looked round the room.
'You say your hair has gone?' he said, almost stupidly.
'Yes, I told you. Because I love you! Shall I get the dinner now, Jim?'
Suddenly Jim put his arms round his Della. Then he took something from his pocket and put it on the table.
'I love you Della,' he said. 'It doesn't matter if your hair is short or long. But if you open that, you'll see why I was unhappy at first.'
Excited, Della pulled off the paper. Then she gave a little scream of happiness. But a second later there were cries of unhappiness.
Because there were the Combs - the combs for her beautiful hair. When she first saw these combs in the shop window, she wanted them. They were beautiful combs, expensive combs, and now they where her combs. But she no longer had her hair!
