Practice Typing

I had been actually invited. A chauffeur in a uniform of robins egg blue crossed my lawn early that Saturday morning with a surprisingly formal note from his employer. the honour would be entirely Gatsbys, it said, if I would attend his little party that night. He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it signed Jay Gatsby, in a majestic hand.