Whatever the box with the A might hold, she had no interest in getting near it again.

A small, light box to hold the remains of a man's life.

This small box would never hold a thing like that!

But its box would hold eight or nine of the same computers.

The box held at least twenty pounds of the stuff.

These boxes hold much of what humanity will ever know about their lives.

Out there, near the legendary Earth, that box would hold maybe one single star, on average.

He turned, looking down at the corpse and the box holding his brother's face.

Annie looked back at the box holding her immediate economic future.

The box held what he'd expected: the book, the knife, the rock.