A. Poor Joseph was sitting in this pit—
N. Did he have a chair?
A. No, he was sitting on the ground, wishing—
N. I wish I was a bumble bee an’ could stand on my head like a boy, an’ have all ze honey I could eat.
A. But while Joseph was in the dark pit, frightened and crying all alone—
N. I bet he was afraid of ghosts!
A. While he was wondering if his cruel brothers were going to leave him in the dark pit, some merchants came along, and Joseph’s brothers took him out of the pit and sold him for a slave. Just think of it. Sold their little brother to be a slave in a country far away from his home, where he would have to work hard and where his cruel master would beat him; where—
N. What did zey get for him, Aunt Dora?
A. Twenty pieces of silver, and now—