But the day after Archey returned, Wally Cabot came back and he, too, laid his souvenirs at Mary's feet.
It was the same Wally as ever.
He had also brought a piece of old lace for Aunt Cordelia, a jet necklace for Aunt Patty, a prison-camp brooch for Helen.

All afternoon he held them with tales of his adventures in the air, rolling up his sleeve to show them a scar on his arm, and bending his head down so they could see where a German ace had nicked a bit of his hair out.
More than once Mary felt her breath come faster, and when Aunt Cordelia invited him to stay to dinner and he chanced to look at her, she gave a barely perceptible signal "Yes," and smiled to herself at the warmth of his acceptance.
"I'll telephone mother," he said, briskly rising.

"Where's the phone, Mary?
I forget the way." She arose to show him.
"Let's waltz out," he laughed.

"Play something, Helen.

Something lively and happy...." It was a long time before Mary went to sleep that night.