Gatsby's Mist

Daisy bent her head to the shirts and began to cry stormily. There are such beautiful shirts, she sobbed. Her voice muffled in the thick folds. It makes me sad because I've never seen such beautiful shirts before. After the house, we were to see the grounds and the swimming pool, and the hydropane in the midsummer flowers. But outside Gatsby's window it began to rain again,. so we stood in a row looking at the corrugated surface of the sound. If it wasn't for the mist, we could see your home across the bay, said Gatsby.