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"
What
?
"
"
Do
n't
bring
Tom
.
"
"
Who
is
'
Tom
'
?
"
she
asked
innocently
.
The
day
agreed
upon
was
pouring
rain
.
At
eleven
o'clock
a
man
in
a
raincoat
,
dragging
a
lawn-mower
,
tapped
at
my
front
door
and
said
that
Mr.
Gatsby
had
sent
him
over
to
cut
my
grass
.
This
reminded
me
that
I
had
forgotten
to
tell
my
Finn
to
come
back
,
so
I
drove
into
West
Egg
Village
to
search
for
her
among
soggy
,
whitewashed
alleys
and
to
buy
some
cups
and
lemons
and
flowers
.
The
flowers
were
unnecessary
,
for
at
two
o'clock
a
greenhouse
arrived
from
Gatsby
's
,
with
innumerable
receptacles
to
contain
it
.
An
hour
later
the
front
door
opened
nervously
,
and
Gatsby
,
in
a
white
flannel
suit
,
silver
shirt
,
and
gold-colored
tie
,
hurried
in
.
He
was
pale
,
and
there
were
dark
signs
of
sleeplessness
beneath
his
eyes
.
"
Is
everything
all
right
?
"
he
asked
immediately
.
"
The
grass
looks
fine
,
if
that
's
what
you
mean
.
"
"
What
grass
?
"
he
inquired
blankly
.
"
Oh
,
the
grass
in
the
yard
.
"
He
looked
out
the
window
at
it
,
but
,
judging
from
his
expression
,
I
do
n't
believe
he
saw
a
thing
.
"
Looks
very
good
,
"
he
remarked
vaguely
.
"
One
of
the
papers
said
they
thought
the
rain
would
stop
about
four
.
I
think
it
was
the
Journal
.
Have
you
got
everything
you
need
in
the
shape
of
--
of
tea
?
"
I
took
him
into
the
pantry
,
where
he
looked
a
little
reproachfully
at
the
Finn
.
Together
we
scrutinized
the
twelve
lemon
cakes
from
the
delicatessen
shop
.
