"Oh!" said Nelly, "we have almost forgotten about the old mine. It wasn't 'good luck:' was it? But Mr. Scholfield keeps on working at it now. He will not give up that it is not good for any thing."
"I say not, it are wort not'ing," replied Mr. Kleesman: "I say it not pay to work it. It cost too much for so little silver as come out."
"Yes, sir; papa understood that," said Nelly; "and he was very much obliged to you indeed; and so we all were."
Then Mr. Kleesman said:—
"Come in! come in! Can you to vait von little? I make for you silver rose, that you carry viz you."
"Oh, thank you!" said Nelly; and followed him in, wondering much what he meant by a silver rose.
Then he took out of the glass box, where the brass scales were, a little saucer, full of tiny silver beads like pin-heads. These he folded up in a bit of paper, shaped like a little cocked hat. This he put into one of the little clay cups, and set it in the glowing red-hot oven. Pretty soon Nelly looked in. The silver was boiling and bubbling in the little cup; the bubbles looked like shining silver eyes on the red; then there came beautiful rainbow colors all over it.
"See you it haf colors like rainbow?" said Mr. Kleesman: "ven dey come it are almost done."
In a second more he took out the cup: set it on the iron anvil: there was a fiery line of red around the silver button: the button was about the size of a three-cent piece.
"Vatch! vatch!" cried Mr. Kleesman: "in one second it burst."