The Pearls

A cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting

with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of

glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.

"Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!"

Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then

looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned

face.

"A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really

want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you

can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a

week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."

As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out

17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and

she went to the neighbour and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick

dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another

New dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.

Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up.

She wore them everywhere--Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed.

The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a

bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.

Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for

bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her

a story.

One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"

"Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you."

"Then give me your pearls."

"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess--the

white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail.

Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favourite."

"That's okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night."

And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.

About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again,

"Do you love me?"

"Daddy, you know I love you."

"Then give me your pearls."

"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my doll.

The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and

you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."

"That's okay. Sleep well. God blesses you, little one. Daddy

loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.

A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her

bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her

chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.

"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"

Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy.

And, when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a

little quiver, she finally said,

"Here, Daddy. It's for you."

With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out

with one hand to take the dime-store necklace and with the other hand

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a

strand of beautiful genuine pearls. He had had them all the time. He

was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could

give her genuine treasure.