The Necklace

cheerful little 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 mommy 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 e...