It was a small room, as rooms go. One corner was evidently the
telegraph office, for it held a crude table, with the instruments
clicking spasmodically, form pads, letter files, and mysterious
things which piqued her curiosity. Over it was a railroad map
and a makeshift bulletin board, which seemed to give the time of
certain trains. And small-paned windows gave one sitting before
tho instruments an unobstructed view up and down the track. In
the corner behind the door was a small safe, with door ajar, and
a desk quite as small, with, "Express Office: Hours, 8 A.M. to 6
P.M." on a card above it.
Under a small window opening upon the platform was another little
table, with indications of occasional ticket-selling upon it.
And in the end of the room where she sat were various little
adornments--"art" calendars, a few books, fewer potted plants, a
sewing-basket, and two rugs upon the floor, with a rocker for
each. Also there was a tiny, square table, with a pack of cards
scattered over it.
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