A man in an apron that had once been white and in a cloth cap that had
once been navy blue was painting a series of bold letters on Mr. Josiah
Munt's front gate. Bill Hollis was overwhelmed with depression, but
at this interesting sight curiosity stirred him. He advanced upon the
decorative artist who was whistling gently over a job in which he took
a pride and a pleasure. Upon the ornate front of the large green gate
was being inscribed the word