Miss Baker's Warning Voice

Tom Gatsby is my neighbor, says Daisy. I'd love to see you at my table, Nick. You remind me of a rose,. doesn't he? She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation. An absolute rose? This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face. When the glow faded, each light deserted her with lingering regret.