Who says? "Absolutely real--have pages and everything. I thought they'd be a nice durable cardboard. Matter of fact, they're absolutely real. Pages and--Here! Lemme show you."

Who says? "It was Gatsby's mansion. Or, rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion, inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires--all for eighty dollars a month."

Who says? "That was nineteen-seventeen. By the next year I had a few beaux myself, and I began to play in tournaments, so I didn't see Daisy very often. She went with a slightly older crowd--when she went with anyone at all. Wild rumors were circulating about her--how her mother had found her packing her bag one winter night to go to New York and say good-by to a soldier who was going overseas."

Who says? "She never loved you, do you hear? . . . "She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!"

Who says? "I've got my wife locked in up there. . .She's going to stay there till the day after to-morrow, and then we're going to move away."