of preferred stock laughs merrily in recognition of a
majority control going past in a go-cart drawn by an
imported nurse. And through it all the sunlight falls
through the elm trees, and the birds sing and the motors
hum, so that the whole world as seen from the boulevard
of Plutoria Avenue is the very pleasantest place imaginable.

Just below Plutoria Avenue, and parallel with it, the
trees die out and the brick and stone of the City begins
in earnest. Even from the Avenue you see the tops of
the sky-scraping buildings in the big commercial streets,
and can hear or almost hear the roar of the elevated
railway, earning dividends. And beyond that again the
City sinks lower, and is choked and crowded with the
tangled streets and little houses of the slums.

In fact, if you were to mount to the roof of the Mausoleum
Club itself on Plutoria Avenue you could almost see the
slums from there. But why should you? And on the other
hand, if you never went up on the roof, but only dined
inside among the palm trees, you would never know that
the slums existed which is much better.

There are broad steps leading up to the club, so broad
and so agreeably covered with matting that the physical
exertion of lifting oneself from one's motor to the door
of the club is reduced to the smallest compass. The richer
members are not ashamed to take the steps one at a time,
first one foot and then the other; and at tight money
periods, when there is a black cloud hanging over the