Sabe?
That little desk by the safe is the express office, and you can see for yourself that the agent is out." "Well, upon my word!" Evadna permitted herself that much emotional relief.

Then she leaned her head against the cherry-colored head-rest tied to the chair with huge, cherry-colored bows, and took a deliberate survey of the room.
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 the 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.