ten in the
morning
It was a very exciting , Springy wind , and winds and weathers affected her too much for her own good . Therefore she gave the drawer she was working on an impatient little push which nearly shook the Casses down into the Cats -- she had been hunting for a very important letter named Cattell , which had concealed itself viciously -- and went to the window as if she was being pulled there . She set both supple little hands on the broad stone sill , and looked downward into the city street as you would look into a well . The wind was blowing sticks and dust around in fairy rings , and a motor car or so ran up and down , and there were the usual number of the usual kind of people on the sidewalks ; middle-aged people principally , for most of the younger inhabitants of New York are caged in offices at ten in the morning , unless they are whisking by in the motors . Mostly elderly ladies in handsome blue dresses , Marjorie noticed . She liked it , and drew a deep , happy breath of Spring air . Then suddenly over all the pleasure came a depressing black shadow .