After that, Rob and Nelly used to watch the faces of all the men they saw coming out of Mr. Kleesman's office, and try to guess whether their stones had turned out good or not. If the man looked sad and disappointed, Nelly would say:-- "Oh, see that poor man: his hasn't turned out good, I know." And, whenever some one came out with a quick step and a smiling face, Rob would say:-- "Look! look! Nell. That man's got silver. He's got it: I know he has." As Nelly walked by Mr. Kleesman's house this morning, she saw lying on the ground a queer little round cup. It was about half as big as a small, old-fashioned teacup; it was made of a rough sort of clay, like that which flower-pots are made of; the outside was white, and the inside was all smooth and shining, and of a most beautiful green color. "Oh, what a pretty little cup!" thought Nelly, picking it up, and looking at it closely. "I wonder how it came here! Somebody must have lost it; some little girl, I guess. How sorry she will be!" At that minute, old Mr. Kleesman came to his door. When he saw Nelly looking at the cup, he called out to her:-- "Vould you like more as dat? I haf plenty; dey iss goot for little girls." Mr. Kleesman was a German, and spoke very broken English. Nelly looked up at him, and said:-- "Thank you, sir. I should like some more very much. They are cunning little cups. I thought somebody had lost this one." Mr. Kleesman laughed, and stroked his long, white beard with his hand. "Ach! I throw dem away each day. Little girls come often to mine room for dem: I have vary goot customers in little girls. Come in! come in! you shall have so many that you want." And he led Nelly into a small back room, where, in a corner on the floor, was a great pile of these little cups: some broken ones; some, like the one Nelly had, green on the inside; some brown, some yellow, some dark-red. Nelly was delighted. She knelt down on the floor, and began to look over the pile. "May I really have all I want?" she said. "Are they not of any use?" "Only to little girls," said Mr. Kleesman: "sometimes to a boy; but not often a boy; mostly it is for little girls; they are my goot customers." Nelly picked out six. She did not like to take more, though she would have liked the whole pile. Mr. Kleesman stood watching her. "Vy not you take more as dem?" he said. "I am afraid there will not be enough for the other little girls," replied Nelly. Mr. Kleesman laughed and shook till his white beard went up and down. "Look you here," he said, and pointed behind the door. There was another pile, twice as big as the one which Nelly was examining. "Oh, my!" said Nelly: "what a lot! I'll take a few more, I guess."