Mary was enjoying her time in New York, especially spending time with Steve. She had grown even more fond of him through their talks and meals. Harold actually liked him, though Martha was still reserving judgement. That said, neither of them were preventing her from spending time with him and her grandmother wasn't going to write home to tell Mary's family that she was spending an inordinate amount of time with an American soldier. They had a lot more freedom here.

Thankfully that evening Mary hadn't changed out of her dress yet. She was about to call for some tea and read in the chair in her room, when she heard something tap against her window. Thinking it was just a branch, she continued to look through the books on the shelf before she heard the noise again. Her curiosity took over.

After drawing the drapes, she was surprised to find Steve grinning up at her from outside the window. Mary pushed the window open and leaned her head out. "Steve!" she hissed. "What are you doing here?" And why was he throwing rocks at her window instead of coming to the front door?