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Mother and Son



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

Gitele
She is lying down.

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

The Doctor (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. (Looking at it curiously.) 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. (Examining it.) Is it, perhaps, a family heirloom?

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

The Doctor
Moshele, you don’t remember it, either?

Moshele (coming toward the table)
What is it?

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

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

Gitele
Really?

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