The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 1 Page 22

surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room.

“I'm stiff,” she complained, “I've been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember.”

“Don't look at me,” Daisy retorted. “I've been trying to get you to New York all afternoon.”

“No, thanks,” said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, “I'm absolutely in training.”

Her host looked at her incredulously.

“You are!” He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. “How you ever get anything done is beyond me.”