for a while they just hung there to each other laughing and crying and saying things without meaning. she`d say a few words like, "it was the bus station i meant" and he`d kiss her speechless and tell her the many things he had done to find her. what apparently had happened three years before was that may had come by bus, not by train, and in her telegram she meant "bus station," not "railroad station." she had waited at the bus station for days and had spent all her money trying to find harry. finally she got a job typing.
"what?" said harry. "have you been working in town? all the time?"
she nodded.
"well, heavens. didn`t you ever come down here to the station?" he pointed across to his magazine stand. "i`ve been there all the time. i own it. i`ve watched everybody that came up the stairs."
she began to look a little pale. pretty soon she looked over at the stairs and said in a weak voice, "i never came up the stairs before. you see, i went out of town yesterday on a short business trip. oh, harry!" then she threw her arms around his neck and really began to cry.
after a minute she backed away and pointed very stiffly toward the north end of the station. "harry, for three years, for three solid years, i`ve been right over there working right in this very station, typing, in the office of the stationmaster."