BART. She? Who?
JOSEPHINE. Julia!
BART. Got one? Got what?
JOSEPHINE. A young man! shut up in a box!
BART. In a box?
JOSEPHINE. Listen. After being well scolded by Aunt Martha, I followed Julia to her room. There she was, with a little open box before her, out of which she took something, looked at it, then pressed her lips to it, and gave such a sigh!—you might have heard it here! perhaps you did?
BART. Well?
JOSEPHINE. Then aunt called her, and she hurried out of the room, leaving the box on the table; and then—then—somehow or other—here it is! (producing a small casket). It looks as if there was a young man inside—I mean a portrait—doesn’t it?
BART. You’ve not opened it? (eagerly).
JOSEPHINE. No! That’s for Aunt Martha to do!