Important 1st year english chapter 12 question answer from Punjab Textbook. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. She had put it aside, one cent and then another and then another, in her careful buying of meat and other food. Della counted it three times. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas. There was nothing to do but fall on the bed and cry. So Della did it.
Important 1st year english chapter 12 translation from Punjab Textbook. Only $1.87 to buy a gift for Jim. Her Jim. She had had many happy hours planning something nice for him. Something nearly good enough. Something almost worth the honor of belonging to Jim. The James Dillingham Youngs were very proud of two things which they owned. One thing was Jim's gold watch. It had once belonged to his father. And, long ago, it had belonged to his father's father. The other thing was Della's hair.
Important 1st year english chapter 12 exercise from Punjab Textbook. If a queen had lived in the rooms near theirs, Della would have washed and dried her hair where the queen could see it. Della knew her hair was more beautiful than any queen's jewels and gifts.If a king had lived in the same house, with all his riches, Jim would have looked at his watch every time they met. Jim knew that no king had anything so valuable.
Important 1st year english lesson 12 question answer from Punjab Textbook. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, shining like a falling stream of brown water. It reached below her knee. It almost made itself into a dress for her. And then she put it up on her head again, nervously and quickly. Once she stopped for a moment and stood still while a tear or two ran down her face.
Important 1st year english chapter 12 mcqs from Punjab Textbook. She put on her old brown coat. She put on her old brown hat. With the bright light still in her eyes, she moved quickly out of the door and down to the street. Where she stopped, the sign said: "Mrs. Sofronie. Hair Articles of all Kinds." Up to the second floor Della ran, and stopped to get her breath.
Mrs. Sofronie, large, too white, cold-eyed, looked at her. "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Mrs. Safronie. "Take your hat off and let me look at it." Down fell the brown waterfall. "Twenty dollars," said Mrs. Safronie, lifting the hair to feel its weight.
"Give it to me quickly," said Della. Oh, and the next two hours seemed to fly. She was going from one shop to another, to find a gift for Jim.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and for no one else.