Hills like White Elephants

This piece is so heavy with dialogue, but the dialogue is so simple, it's like reading an actually conversation the way one would speak naturally, without paraphrasing.  I'm not really a huge fan of this.  his writing seems almost childlike.  The style is almost too low.  I think the story would have been more enjoyable without so much of the dialogue and a more paragraphed structure.

Original:

The woman brought two glasses of beer and two felt pads. She put the felt pads and the beer glass on the table and looked at the man and the girl. The girl was looking off at the line of hills. They were white in the sun and the country was brown and dry.

High Style: The woman entered from behind the curtain, that brushed back her curly brown hair as she passed through holding two glasses of dark yellow fizzing beer with cream colored foam spilling over the top.  Next to the spilling beer were two square shaped green felt pads that were now beginning to soak up the dark yellow fizz from the brown tray and the edges of the clear glasses.  She shook the felt pads out effortlessly and placed them on the table while looking at the man and then the girl to see if they had noticed the wet felt.  The girl looked off at the hills she said that had resembled white elephants.  The hills were white as snow and shining in the sun and the rest of the country was brown, dry, and un-matching to the hills that resembled white elephants in the eyes of the girl.