Since all my meals had come on a cart, though, I hadn't known about the box.

Not for the first time, she thought about the black box back in her cabin.

About the only box we didn't move, I should think.

The main thing about the black box was that it had a memory.

But he forgot about the box and did not open it until 1845.

It's only fair that three of you should know about the box.

Think about the box I was in, will you?

We don't have to worry about the box any more.

She clearly did not want to talk about the box.

"Did you tell her about the box in your bedroom?"