VII
They came to where narrow strips of grass bordered the sidewalk. These gave John Webster a new and glorious thought.
“See the grass strips!” he cried; “the beautiful grass strips! All flesh is grass; therefore, let us strip also.”
He began, unsystematically but vigorously, enthusiastically, to remove his clothing. Natalie’s weeping now lost all its dignity. She bellowed enormously. She woke the echoes and a policeman.
And, so you see, there is John Webster in a great house maintained by the State of Wisconsin for all who think such great thoughts. He is free from the worries of women, wives and washing machines; carefree in all respects save one—his straitjacket is obviously a ready-made garment.