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“Itold thatboyabout theice.”Myrtle raisedhereyebrowsin
despairattheshiftlessness ofthelowerorders.“Thesepeople!
You have to keep after them all the time.”
Shelookedatmeand laughedpointlessly.Thensheflounced
over to the dog,kissed itwith ecstasy, and swept intothe kit-
chen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.
“I’ve done some nice things out on Long Island,” asserted
Mr. McKee.
Tom looked at him blankly.
“Two of them we have framed down-stairs.”
“Two what?” demanded Tom.
“Two studies. One of them I call MONTAUK POINT— THE
GULLS, and the other I call MONTAUK POINT— THE SEA.”
The sister Catherine sat down beside me on the couch.
“Do you live down on Long Island, too?” she inquired.
“I live at West Egg.”
“Really?Iwasdownthereatapartyaboutamonthago.Ata
man named Gatsby’s. Do you know him?”
“I live next door to him.”
“Well, they say he’s a nephew or a cousin of Kaiser Wil-
helm’s. That’s where all his money comes from.”
“Really?”
She nodded.
“I’m scared of him. I’d hate to have him get anything on me.”
Thisabsorbing information about myneighbor was interrup-
ted by Mrs. McKee’s pointing suddenly at Catherine:
“Chester, I think you could do something with HER,” she
broke out, but Mr. McKee only nodded in a bored way, and
turned his attention to Tom.
“I’d like to do more work on Long Island, if I could get the
entry. All I ask is that they should give me a start.”
“Ask Myrtle,” said Tom, breaking into a short shout of
laughter asMrs.Wilson enteredwith atray. “She’llgiveyou a
letter of introduction, won’t you Myrtle?”
“Do what?” she asked, startled.
“You’ll give McKee a letter of introductionto your husband,
sohecando somestudiesofhim.” Hislipsmovedsilentlyfora
moment as he invented. “GEORGE B. WILSON AT THE
GASOLINE PUMP, or something like that.”