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 her a larger dose—at least twenty drops before retiring. Where is she now?

She is lying down.

(There is a tense silence. The doctor drums lightly with his fingers on the table. He sees the little box.)

&ensp;(astonished) How is that? She forgot to take the little box with her? I cannot remember ever seeing her without this little box—at least of late.&emsp;(Looking at it curiously.)&emsp;I should like to know what there is in it. I have noticed that even touching it frequently comforts her. Merely looking at it seems to work like a charm on her.&emsp;(Examining it.)&emsp;Is it, perhaps, a family heirloom?

I do not know. I do not remember ever having seen it during grandfather’s lifetime.

Moshele, you don’t remember it, either?

&ensp;(coming toward the table) What is it?

Perhaps you know where this little box comes from? It doesn’t appear to be new any more.

&ensp;(examining it) Yes, it is my box. I made it when I was still a little fellow.

Really?