6 P.M.
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 . 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 .