Alternate Ending (Grafting a new version of the ending)
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. How dare you cut of one of the most precious things about my life?" White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. A painful wail as she saw what was in the package. How painfully wrong she had been. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful ...
