Великий Гэтсби

           "YouknowIloveyou,"shemurmured.

           "Youforgetthere’saladypresent,"saidJordan.

           Daisylookedarounddoubtfully.

           "YoukissNicktoo."

           "Whatalow,vulgargirl!"

           "Idon’tcare!"criedDaisy,andbegantoclogonthebrickfireplace.Thensherememberedtheheatandsatdownguiltilyonthecouchjustasafreshlylaunderednurseleadingalittlegirlcameintotheroom.

           "Bles-sedpre-cious,"shecrooned,holdingoutherarms."Cometoyourownmotherthatlovesyou."

           Thechild,relinquishedbythenurse,rushedacrosstheroomandrootedshylyintohermother’sdress.

           "Thebles-sedpre-cious!Didmothergetpowderonyouroldyellowyhair?Standupnow,andsay—How-de-do."

           GatsbyandIinturnleaneddownandtookthesmall,reluctanthand.Afterwardhekeptlookingatthechildwithsurprise.Idon’tthinkhehadeverreallybelievedinitsexistencebefore.

           "Igotdressedbeforeluncheon,"saidthechild,turningeagerlytoDaisy.

           "That’sbecauseyourmotherwantedtoshowyouoff."Herfacebentintothesinglewrinkleofthesmall,whiteneck."Youdream,you.Youabsolutelittledream."