One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Della counted it three times: $1.87.
Tomorrow was Christmas Day, and that was all she had to buy Jim a present. She wanted to give him something fine and rare - something worthy of a man like Jim.
Suddenly Della looked into her cheap mirror. She pulled down her hair and let it fall around her.
Now, the James Dillingham Youngs owned two things that they were proud of. One was Jim's gold watch. It had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair.
Della's beautiful hair fell around her, rippling and shining like a waterfall. The she tied it up again nervously and quickly. A tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
With a sparkle still in her eyes, she flew out of the door and down the street. She stopped at a sign that read: "Madam Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Let's look at it."
Della let her hair down.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame.
"Give me the money quickly," said Della.
Oh, the next two hours were like a rosy dream. Della went through the stores searching for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It was a platinum watch chain.
Counting money, looking at her hair in the mirror, tying her hair up, crying, running to the hair salon, asking if the hair dresser would buy her hair.
All these make up which part of the plot?