She sighed.
"It's too bright, too good for human nature."
"Not for human nature," he whispered. "If only we are patient. If only we are content to add our one stone to its rising walls."
She pressed his hand again.
"Joe," she murmured, "what do you think you'll be doing a year from now?"
"I don't know," he smiled. "Perhaps editing—perhaps working with a strike—perhaps something else. But whatever it is, it will be some new adventure—some new adventure!"
So they entered that city hand in hand, the future all before them. And they found neither that City of the Future nor a City of Degradation, but a very human city full of very human people.