Transformation of the Great Gatsby

We went on cutting back again over the park toward the West Hundreds. At 158th Street the driver stopped at one slice in a long white cake of luxury apartment houses. Throwing a homecoming glance around the neighborhood, Mrs Wilson gathered up her dog and other purchases and walked right on in.
“I’ll have the McKees come up.’ She announced as we rose in the elevator. “And, of course, I must call my sister and share in her company.”
The apartment was on the top floor. It was magnificent, nothing Tom and I had ever experienced could sum up the beauty of the apartment. It was the best of the best and it was huge, it must have taken up the whole floor. The living room was wide and open with sophisticated ornaments and paintings around the place. It was obvious that Tom and myself were not accustomed to such pleasures in life as Mrs Wilson urged us to take a seat and relax. Of all the extraordinary pictures and ornaments around the place one caught my eye more than any other, it...