The year was 1790 in New York. You were the daughter of a wealthy man. You were 18, and your father wanted you to marry, but you were a bit of a rebel. You were very vocal about you political beliefs. Some thought you were annoying and disrespectful, and some thought you were charming.

It was one summer day and you were out with your friend Francis. You two grew up together, and his father was wealthy too. You two stopped when you saw a man talking about the war. A crowd was around him. You two walked to the front of the crowd and watched.