The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 1 Page 36

“We don't know each other very well, Nick,” she said suddenly. “Even if we are cousins. You didn't come to my wedding.”

“I wasn't back from the war.”

“That's true.” She hesitated. “Well, I've had a very bad time, Nick, and I'm pretty cynical about everything.”

Evidently she had reason to be. I waited but she didn't say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter.

“I suppose she talks, and — eats, and everything.”

“Oh, yes.” She looked at me absently. “Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born. Would you like to hear?”