was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall.
When Klipspringer had played THE LOVE NEST. he turned
around on the bench and searched unhappily for Gatsby in the gloom. “I‟m all out of practice, you see. I told you I couldn‟t play.
I‟m all out of prac ——” “Don‟t talk so much, old sport,” commanded Gatsby.
“IN THE MORNING, IN THE EVENING, AIN‟T WE GOT FUN——”
Outside the wind was loud and there was a faint flow of thunder along the Sound. All the lights were going on in West Egg now; the electric trains, men-carrying, were plunging home through the rain from New York. It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air.
“ONE THING‟S SURE AND NOTHING‟S SURER THE RICH GET RICHER AND THE POOR GET — CHILDREN.