They were passing by a two-story concrete building in the Colonial style when Monet touched Fred's arm.
"That's the famous Ward Six," Monet explained, softly. "You'll get there finally if you work it right… It's not heaven … but alongside the other wards it comes pretty near being."
They turned about shortly after this and began to retrace their steps. Presently a man came in sight, pulling a cardboard box mounted upon four spools.
"An inventor," Monet said, as Fred threw out a questioning glance. "He has an idea that he's perfected a wonderful automobile… You'll get used to them after a while."
A little farther on they met a haughty-looking Japanese coming toward them. Monet plucked at Fred's sleeve. "Better step to one side," he cautioned; "that fellow thinks he is the Emperor of Japan!"
Fred did as he was bidden and the Japanese swept past gloomily.
"Well, at least he's happy, in his own way!" Monet commented, with a tinge of irony.
Soon after that another man passed, weeping bitterly.
"They call him the Weeping Willow," Monet explained. "He weeps because he can find no one who will kill him."
Fred shuddered.