The Great Gatsby - Planet eBook

‘She doesn’t look like her father,’ explained Daisy. ‘Shelooks like me. She’s got my hair and shape of the face.’Daisy sat back upon the couch. The nurse took a step forwardand held out her hand.‘Come, Pammy.’‘Goodbye, sweetheart!’With a reluctant backward glance the well-disciplinedchild held to her nurse’s hand and was pulled out the door,just as Tom came back, preceding four gin rickeys thatclicked full of ice.Gatsby took up his drink.‘They certainly look cool,’ he said, with visible tension.We drank in long greedy swallows.‘I read somewhere that the sun’s getting hotter everyyear,’ said Tom genially. ‘It seems that pretty soon theearth’s going to fall into the sun—or wait a minute—it’s justthe opposite—the sun’s getting colder every year.‘Come outside,’ he suggested to Gatsby, ‘I’d like you tohave a look at the place.’I went with them out to the veranda. On the green Sound,stagnant in the heat, one small sail crawled slowly towardthe fresher sea. Gatsby’s eyes followed it momentarily; heraised his hand and pointed across the bay.‘I’m right across from you.’‘So you are.’Our eyes lifted over the rosebeds and the hot lawn andthe weedy refuse of the dog days along shore. Slowly thewhite wings of the boat moved against the blue cool limit ofthe sky. Ahead lay the scalloped ocean and the abounding