Великий Гэтсби

           WebackeduptoagrayoldmanwhoboreanabsurdresemblancetoJohnD.Rockefeller.Inabasketswungfromhisneckcoweredadozenveryrecentpuppiesofanindeterminatebreed.

           "Whatkindarethey?"askedMrs.Wilsoneagerly,ashecametothetaxi-window.

           "Allkinds.Whatkinddoyouwant,lady?"

           "I’dliketogetoneofthosepolicedogs;Idon’tsupposeyougotthatkind?"

           Themanpeereddoubtfullyintothebasket,plungedinhishandanddrewoneup,wriggling,bythebackoftheneck.

           "That’snopolicedog,"saidTom.

           "No,it’snotexactlyapolicedog,"saidthemanwithdisappointmentinhisvoice."It’smoreofanAiredale."Hepassedhishandoverthebrownwash-ragofaback."Lookatthatcoat.Somecoat.That’sadogthat’llneverbotheryouwithcatchingcold."

           "Ithinkit’scute,"saidMrs.Wilsonenthusiastically."Howmuchisit?"

           "Thatdog?"Helookedatitadmiringly."Thatdogwillcostyoutendollars."

           TheAiredale—undoubtedlytherewasanAiredaleconcernedinitsomewhere,thoughitsfeetwerestartlinglywhite—changedhandsandsettleddownintoMrs.Wilson’slap,whereshefondledtheweather-proofcoatwithrapture.

           "Isitaboyoragirl?"sheaskeddelicately.

           "Thatdog?Thatdog’saboy."