to the porch he would hop along till close 

 beside the singer, where he would sit, all 

 quietness and appreciation, as long as she 

 sang. Then, one night when he had sat 

 humble and attentive at her feet through 

 two songs, a tenor who studied in New 

 York, and who sometimes gave concerts, was 

 invited to sing. He responded promptly 

 and atrociously with "O Hully Gee," 

 which was not the name of the thing, but 

 only the academy boys' version of a once 

 popular love-song. Had K'dunk been a 

 German choir-leader he could not have so 

 promptly and perfectly expressed his opin- 

 ion of the wretched twaddle. It was not 

 the fool words, which he could not fortu- 

 nately understand, nor yet the wretched 

 tingle-tangle music, w r hich was past pray- 

 ing for, but rather the voice itself with its 

 forced unnatural quality so often affected by 

 tenors. At the first strident notes K'dunk 

 grew uneasy. .Then he scrambled to the 

 edge of the porch and fell. off headlong in 

 his haste to get down and away from the 

 soul-disturbing performance. 



