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The Welcome back, everyone to one thousand one classic short stories and tales.

This is your host, John Hagadorn.

I have an interesting short story for you today from an author called H.C. Bunner.

This one's called The Love Letters of Smith.

Hope you enjoy it.

When the little seamstress had climbed to her room in the story over the top story of the great brick

tenement house in which he lived.

She was quite tired out.

If you do not understand what a story over a top story is, you must remember that there

are no limits to human greed, and hardly any to the height of tenement houses.

When the man who owned that seven-story tenement

found that he could rent another floor, he found no difficulty in persuading the guardians of

our building laws to let him clap another story on the roof, like a cabin on the deck of a ship.

And in the southeasterly of the four apartments on this floor, the little seamstress lived.

You could just see the top of her window from the street, the huge cornice that had capped the

original front, and that served as her window sill now, quite hid all the lower part of the story

on top of the top story. The little seamstress was scarcely 30 years old, but she was such an old-fashioned little

body in so many of her looks and ways that I had almost spelled her semptress after the fashion

of her grandmothers. She had been a comely body, too, and would have been still if she had

not been thin and pale and anxious-eyed.

She was tired out tonight because she had been working hard all day for a lady who lived far

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