about noon
_ Wherein Sacharissa Remains In and a Young Man Ca n't Get Out _ The snowstorm had ceased ; across Fifth Avenue the Park resembled the mica-incrusted view on an expensive Christmas card . Every limb , branch , and twig was outlined in clinging snow ; crystals of it glittered under the morning sun ; brilliantly dressed children , with sleds , romped and played over the dazzling expanse . Overhead the characteristic deep blue arch of a New York sky spread untroubled by a cloud . Her family -- that is , her father , brother-in-law , married sister , three unmarried sisters and herself -- were expecting to leave for Tuxedo about noon . Why ? Nobody knows why the wealthy are always going somewhere . However , they do , fortunately for story writers .