The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 5 Page 30

He rang off.

“Come here quick!” cried Daisy at the window.

The rain was still falling, but the darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea.

“Look at that,” she whispered, and then after a moment: “I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”

I tried to go then, but they wouldn't hear of it; perhaps my presence made them feel more satisfactorily alone.

“I know what we'll do,” said Gatsby, “we'll have Klipspringer play the piano.”

He went out of the room calling “Ewing!” and returned in a few minutes accompanied by an embarrassed, slightly worn young man with shell-rimmed glasses and scanty blonde hair. He was now decently clothed in a