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"
How
've
you
been
,
anyhow
?
"
demanded
Tom
of
me
.
"
How
'd
you
happen
to
come
up
this
far
to
eat
?
"
"
I
've
been
having
lunch
with
Mr.
Gatsby
.
"
I
turned
toward
Mr.
Gatsby
,
but
he
was
no
longer
there
.
One
October
day
in
nineteen-seventeen
--
--
(
said
Jordan
Baker
that
afternoon
,
sitting
up
very
straight
on
a
straight
chair
in
the
tea-garden
at
the
Plaza
Hotel
)
--
I
was
walking
along
from
one
place
to
another
,
half
on
the
sidewalks
and
half
on
the
lawns
.
I
was
happier
on
the
lawns
because
I
had
on
shoes
from
England
with
rubber
nobs
on
the
soles
that
bit
into
the
soft
ground
.
I
had
on
a
new
plaid
skirt
also
that
blew
a
little
in
the
wind
,
and
whenever
this
happened
the
red
,
white
,
and
blue
banners
in
front
of
all
the
houses
stretched
out
stiff
and
said
tut-tut-tut-tut
,
in
a
disapproving
way
.
The
largest
of
the
banners
and
the
largest
of
the
lawns
belonged
to
Daisy
Fay
's
house
.
She
was
just
eighteen
,
two
years
older
than
me
,
and
by
far
the
most
popular
of
all
the
young
girls
in
Louisville
.
She
dressed
in
white
,
and
had
a
little
white
roadster
,
and
all
day
long
the
telephone
rang
in
her
house
and
excited
young
officers
from
Camp
Taylor
demanded
the
privilege
of
monopolizing
her
that
night
.
"
Anyways
,
for
an
hour
!
"
When
I
came
opposite
her
house
that
morning
her
white
roadster
was
beside
the
curb
,
and
she
was
sitting
in
it
with
a
lieutenant
I
had
never
seen
before
.
They
were
so
engrossed
in
each
other
that
she
did
n't
see
me
until
I
was
five
feet
away
.
"
Hello
,
Jordan
,
"
she
called
unexpectedly
.
"
Please
come
here
.
"
I
was
flattered
that
she
wanted
to
speak
to
me
,
because
of
all
the
older
girls
I
admired
her
most
.
She
asked
me
if
I
was
going
to
the
Red
Cross
and
make
bandages
.
I
was
.
Well
,
then
,
would
I
tell
them
that
she
could
n't
come
that
day
?
The
officer
looked
at
Daisy
while
she
was
speaking
,
in
a
way
that
every
young
girl
wants
to
be
looked
at
sometime
,
and
because
it
seemed
romantic
to
me
I
have
remembered
the
incident
ever
since
.
His
name
was
Jay
Gatsby
,
and
I
did
n't
lay
eyes
on
him
again
for
over
four
years
--
even
after
I
'd
met
him
on
Long
Island
I
did
n't
realize
it
was
the
same
man
.
