Meanwhile, Chelita has been crying at any time since she noticed Heriberto coming at her, and now he doesn’t know how to silent her down, so he offers her a stone as a prize ("It’s not just a stone," suggests Heriberto, assuring her she’s wanting at pure gold). Irreverently, he calls it the "Sup." I faux to be offended for the reason that Heriberto argues that my nose is just like the duck’s monthly bill.