"Oh, no. I'm not one of those nouveau riche; my great grandfather won eight million dollars, tax free, when he was just a boy. That took care of us, and will take care of us from here on in."
"I see," said Kramvit. "Vincent, I want to visit some of these people in their homes. Will you take me?"
Carrowick was shocked again. "I don't think you'll enjoy it, Marryl. Do you really feel it's necessary?"
"Please don't refuse me, Vincent. I do feel it's important. I've understood almost everything I've seen here on Earth. Either because we've been faced with it ourselves on Six, or I've read about it. But this is entirely new to me."
"All right," agreed Carrowick reluctantly. "I'm supposed to show you anything you want to see, but you won't like it."
"Let me be the judge of that."
They had ridden to the end of the upper level moving street in comfortable armchairs. All of Carrowick's arguments couldn't swerve Kramvit from his idea of visiting some Poors. Kramvit was just about through with his explanation of how all the automobiles on Six drove underground, and didn't have to use the lower street level, as they did here; when they came to the end of the moving street.
Now they were both walking through the filthy, garbage laden streets of the Poors' village. The smell wrinkled Carrowick's nose, and he was not displeased to see that Kramvit wasn't quite enjoying it, either.
"Doesn't the sanitation department know about this?" asked Kramvit. "Don't they ever remove this dirt?"