The Yeah. Welcome back everyone the one thousand one classic short stories and tales this is your

host John Haggadorn we did so well with our last hc bunner story which was called

a sisterly scheme that I wanted to add another called the tenor. Hope you enjoy it.

It was a dim quiet room in an old-fashioned New York house with windows opening upon a garden that was trim and attractive,

even in its winter dress, for the rose bushes were all bundled up in straw ulsters.

The room was ample, yet it had a cozy air. Its dark hangings suggested comfort and

luxury, with no hint of gloom. A hundred pretty trifles told that it was a young

girl's room and in the deep alcove nestled her dainty white bed draped with creamy lace and ribbons.

I was so afraid that I'd be late.

The door opened and two pretty girls came in,

one in hat and furs, the other in a modest house dress.

The girl in the furs, who had been afraid that she would be late was fair with a bright color in her cheeks and an eager intent look in her clear brown eyes.

The other girl was dark-eyed and dark-haired, dreamy with a soft, warm, dusky color in her face.

They were two very pretty girls indeed, or rather two girls about to be very pretty,

for neither one was 18 years old.

The dark girl glanced at a little porcelain clock.

You are in time, dear, she said,

and helped her companion to take off her wraps.

Then the two girls crossed the room, and with a caressing and almost a reverend touch,

the dark girl opened the doors of a little carv-in cabinet that hung upon the wall,

above a small table covered with a delicate white cloth.

In its depth, framed in a mat of odorous double violence,

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