I had barely set my fork down when Mary appeared again, this time in a flurry. Her apron was askew, her cheeks flushed, and she looked far more hurried than usual. 

“Miss Sabrina,” she said quickly, “come outside, please. There’s something you must see.” 

Her tone was urgent but not troubled, if anything, it carried a strange, almost giddy energy. I blinked at her in confusion, napkin still in my hand. 

“Outside?” I asked, but she only nodded, eyes bright. 

“Yes, outside. ...