"Think of your federal, state, county, and city taxes, your licenses, assessments, permits, and tariffs. How about your large army of salespeople, cashiers, bookkeepers, examiners, accountants, and others? Cash registers and office machinery and other derivative occupations pertaining to your money handling, including your assessors, collectors and other employees, all wasting their time in these your boundless non-productive occupations." For a minute I didn't answer. Then I commented, "your street cleaners certainly keep your streets in perfect condition. I see no dust, rubbish, leaves, or papers flying around." "Of course not," she answered in an offended manner. "We have no street cleaners, no garbage collectors who, like your Earth ones, collect rubbish and openly spill it into their wagons, fouling the air of the whole street for the passersby. Our volunteer gardeners prune our trees and shrubberies, cut and trim our hedges and lawns, and plant and keep our flower beds. They have up-to-date tools and machinery, as well as strong vacuum pumps to take up the dust, and dead leaves from lawns and walks. The leaves are used for fertilizer. They take great pride in their work, and each group tries to outdo the other in keeping the parkways and streets clean and beautiful. In the winter time we have no snow, ice accumulations, or slippery walks, because they all are provided with hot water pipes below the surface." "I have not seen a foot policeman anywhere. Don't you have them, or need them?" "We do not need them," she replied, "with the exception of a few as directors of air traffic, and one in every court of justice. Neither do we have or tolerate your tyrannical secret police, or investigating agents. Have you noticed that we have no locks on our doors or latches on our windows? No one possesses anything that someone else would take away or could not obtain himself. We have nothing of such value that it has to be hidden under lock and keys, put into safes or safe deposit boxes, or protected by burglar alarms." "I am surprised," I told her, "that I haven't seen any people of another race on your walks or in your pavilion. There were many blue and green Martians on your grandfather's flight ship. Would you serve any of them at this pavilion?" She answered with astonishment, "Why not? They would receive the same service you had." "Do they live in separate quarters in this city?" "Oh, no, they don't live among us. But those that visit us, or are tourists or members of our council, reside here temporarily with us. They, with their families, occupy some of the best suites in our largest and best hotels, where travelers and tourists from other cities and continents of all races reside while in Amboria. They mingle freely with us, without discrimination, mainly in the center of the city. When we visit there, you will see many of them." "You mean that only the people of the white race are permanent residents of this city?"