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Running title:
Adventures of Pinocchio
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239 p., <6> leaves of plates : illus. (some col.) ; 21 cm.
Collodi, Carlo, 1826-1890
Murray, M. A ( Mary Alice ) ( Translator )
Wiese, Kurt, 1887- ( Illustrator )
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
T. Nelson and sons
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Color illustration mounted to red cloth binding.
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by C. Collodi ; illustrated by K. Wiese ; translated from the Italian by M.A. Murray.

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University of Florida
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By C. Collodi

Illustrated by

Translated from the Italian by


Copyright, 1928
Thomas Nelson and Sons


Facing page
AND HE THEN SPRANG UPON THE STAGE ......... .Frontispiece





HAD OVERTAKEN HIM ................................ 216

How it came to pass that Master Cherry the carpenter
found a piece of wood that laughed and cried
like a child.

"A king!" my little readers will instantly exclaim.
No, children, you are wrong. There was once upon a time
a piece of wood.
This wood was not valuable: it was only a common log
like those that are burnt in winter in the stoves and fireplaces
to make a cheerful blaze and warm the rooms.
I cannot say how it came about, but the fact is, that one
fine day this piece of wood was lying in the shop of an old
carpenter of the name of Master Antonio. He was, however,
called by everybody Master Cherry, on account of the end

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of his nose, which was always as red and polished as a ripe
No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the piece of
wood than his face beamed with delight; and, rubbing his
hands together with satisfaction, he said softly to himself:
"This wood has come at the right moment; it will just do
to make the leg of a little table."
Having said this he immediately took a sharp axe with
which to remove the bark and the rough surface. Just, how-
ever, as he was going to give the first stroke
he remained with his arm suspended in the
air, for he heard a very small voice saying
imploringly, "Do not strike me so hard!"
S Picture to yourselves the astonishment of
g good old Master Cherry!
-* He turned his terrified eyes all round the
room to try to discover where the little voice
could possibly have come from, but he saw
nobody! He looked under the bench-
nobody; he looked into a cupboard that was
always shut-nobody; he looked into a basket
of shavings and sawdust-nobody; he even
opened the door of the shop and gave a glance into the street
-and still nobody. Who, then, could it be?
"I see how it is," he said, laughing and scratching his wig;
"evidently that little voice was all my imagination. Let us
set to work again."
And taking up the axe he struck a tremendous blow on
the piece of wood.


"Oh! oh! you have hurt me!" cried the same little voice
This time Master Cherry was petrified. His eyes started
out of his head with fright, his mouth remained open, and his
tongue hung out almost to the end of his chin,
like a mask on a fountain. As soon as he had
recovered the use of his speech, he began to
say, stuttering and trembling with fear:
"But where on earth can that little voice
have come from that said 'Oh! oh!'? . .
Here there is certainly not a living soul. Is
it possible that this piece of wood can have
learnt to cry and to lament like a child? I cannot believe it.
This piece of wood, here it is; a log for fuel like all the
others, and thrown on the fire it would about suffice to boil
a saucepan of beans. . How then? Can anyone be
hidden inside it? If anyone is hidden inside, so much the
worse for him. I will settle him at once."
So saying, he seized the poor piece of wood and com-
menced beating it without mercy against the walls of the
Then he stopped to listen if he could hear any little voice
lamenting. He waited two minutes-nothing; five minutes-
nothing; ten minutes-still nothing!

"I see how it is," he then said, forcing himself to laugh
and pushing up his wig; "evidently the little voice that said
'Oh! oh!' was all my imagination! Let us set to work again."
But as all the same he was in a great fright, he tried to
sing to give himself a little courage.
Putting the axe aside he took his plane, to plane and polish
the bit of wood; but while he was running it up and down
he heard the same little voice say, laughing:
"Have done! you are tickling me all over!"
This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if he had been
struck by lightning. When he at last opened his eyes he
found himself seated on the floor.
His face was quite changed; even the end of his nose, instead
of being crimson, as it was nearly always, had become blue
from fright.


Master Cherry makes a present of the piece of wood to
his friend Geppetto, who takes it to make for
himself a wonderful puppet, that shall know how
to dance, and to fence, and to leap like an

at the door.
"Come in," said the carpenter, without having the strength
to rise to his feet.
A lively little old man immediately walked into the shop.
His name was Geppetto, but when the boys of the neigh-
borhood wished to put him in a passion they called him by
the nickname of Polendina,1 because his yellow wig greatly
resembled a pudding made of Indian corn.
Geppetto was very fiery. Woe to him who called him
Polendina! He became furious, and there was no holding
1 Polendina. An Italian pudding of Indian corn.

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"Good day, Master Antonio," said Geppetto; "what are
you doing there on the floor?"
"I am teaching the alphabet to the ants."
"Much good may that do you."
"What has brought you to me, neighbor Geppetto?"
"My legs. But to say the truth, Master Antonio, I am come
to ask a favor of you."
"Here I am, ready to serve you," replied the carpenter, get-
ting on to his knees.
"This morning an idea came into my head."
"Let us hear it."
"I thought I would make a beautiful wooden puppet; but
a wonderful puppet that should know how to dance, to
fence, and to leap like an acrobat. With this puppet I would
travel about the world to earn a piece of bread and a glass
of wine. What do you think of it?"
"Bravo, Polendina!" exclaimed the same
S little voice, and it was impossible to say
fI where it came from.
Hearing himself called Polendina Gep-
petto became as red as a turkey-cock
from rage, and turning to the carpenter
he said in a fury:
"Why do you insult me?"
"Who insults you?"
S "You called me Polendina! . ."
"It was not I!"
S"Would you have it, then, that it was
I? It was you, I say!"


And becoming more and more angry, from words they came
to blows, and flying at each other they bit, and fought, and
scratched manfully.
When the fight was over Master Antonio was in possession
of Geppetto's yellow wig, and Geppetto discovered that the
gray wig belonging to the carpenter had remained between
his teeth.
"Give me back my wig," screamed Master Antonio.
"And you, return me mine, and let us make friends."
The two old men having each recovered his own wig shook
hands, and swore that they would remain friends to the end
of their lives.
"Well then, neighbor Geppetto," said the carpenter, to
prove that peace was made, "what is the favor that you wish
of me?"
"I want a little wood to make my puppet; will you give me

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Master Antonio was delighted, and he immediately went
to the bench and fetched the piece of wood that had caused
him so much fear. But just as he was going to give it to
his friend the piece of wood gave a shake, and wriggling
violently out of his hands struck with all its force against
the dried-up shins of poor Geppetto.
"Ah! is that the courteous way in which you make
your presents, Master Antonio? You have almost lamed
me! . ."
"I swear to you that it was not I! .. ."
"Then you would have it that it was I? . ."
"The wood is entirely to blame! . ."
"I know that it was the wood; but it was you that hit my
legs with it! . ."
"I did not hit you with it! . ."
"Geppetto, don't insult me or I will call you
Polendina! ..."
On hearing himself called Polendina for the
third time Geppetto, blind with rage, fell upon the carpenter
and they fought desperately.
When the battle was over, Master Antonio had two more

scratches on his nose, and his adversary had two buttons too
few on his waistcoat. Their accounts being thus squared
they shook hands, and swore to remain good friends for the
rest of their lives.
Geppetto carried off his fine piece of wood and, thanking
Master Antonio, returned limping to his house.


Geppetto returns home, makes the puppet new feet,
and gives him the breakfast that the poor man
had brought for himself.

still half shut from sleep, had not as yet discovered that
his feet were burnt off. The moment, therefore, that he
heard his father's voice he slipped off his stool to run and
open the door; but after stumbling two or three times he
fell his whole length on the floor.
And the noise he made in falling was as if a sack of wooden
ladles had been thrown from a fifth story.
"Open the door!" shouted Geppetto from the street.
"Dear papa, I cannot," answered the puppet, crying and
rolling about on the ground.
"Why cannot you?"

"Because my feet have been eaten."
"And who has eaten your feet?"
"The cat," said Pinocchio, seeing the cat, who was amusing
herself by making some shavings dance with her forepaws.
"Open the door, I tell you!" repeated Geppetto. "If you
don't, when I get into the house you shall have the cat
from me!"
"I cannot stand up, believe me. Oh, poor me! poor me!
', I shall have to walk on my
knees for the rest of my
life!.. ."
Geppetto, believing that all
This lamentation was only an-
other of the puppet's tricks,
thought of a means of putting an end to it, and climbing
up the wall he got in at the window.
He was very angry, and at first he did nothing but scold;
but when he saw his Pinocchio lying on the ground and
really without feet he was quite overcome. He took him
in his arms and began to kiss and caress him and to say a
thousand endearing things to him, and as the big tears ran
down his cheeks, he said, sobbing:
"My little Pinocchio! how did you manage to burn your
"I don't know, papa, but believe me it has been an infernal
night that I shall remember as long as I live. It thundered
and lightened, and I was very
hungry, and then the Talking-
cricket said to me: 'It serves -
you right; you have been wicked -"'

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and you deserve it,' and I said
Sto him: 'Take care, Cricket!'
and he said: 'You are a
Puppet and you have a wooden
head,' and I threw the handle of a
( Hammer at him, and he died, but
the fault was his, for I didn't wish
4 to kill him, and the proof of it is
that I put an earthenware saucer
on a brazier of burning embers,
but a chicken flew out and said: 'Adieu until we meet again,
and many compliments to all at home'; and I got still more
hungry, for which reason that little old man in a nightcap
opening the window said to me: 'Come underneath and
hold out your hat,' and poured a basinful of water on my
head, because asking for a little bread isn't a disgrace, is
it? and I returned home at once, and because I was always
very hungry I put my feet on the brazier to dry them, and
then you returned, and I found they were burnt off, and I
am always hungry, but I have no longer any feet! Ih! Ih!
Ih! Ih! . ." And poor Pinocchio began to cry and to roar
so loudly that he was heard five miles off.
Geppetto, who from all this jumbled account
had understood only one thing, which was" "
that the puppet was dying of hunger, drew
from his pocket three pears, and giving them fik
to him said:
"These three pears were intended for my
breakfast; but I will give them to you will-

ingly. Eat them, and I hope that they will do you good."
"If you wish me to eat them, be kind enough to peel them
for me."
"Peel them?" said Geppetto, astonished. "I should never
have thought, my boy, that you were so dainty
and fastidious. That is bad! In this world we
should accustom ourselves from childhood to
like and to eat everything, for there is no say-
ing to what we may be brought. There are so
many chances! .."
"You are no doubt right," interrupted Pinocchio,
"but I will never eat fruit that has not been
peeled. I cannot bear rind."
So the good Geppetto fetched a knife, and arm-
ing himself with patience peeled the three pears,
and put the rind on a corner of the table.
Having eaten the first pear in two mouthfuls, Pinocchio
was about to throw away the core; but Geppetto caught
hold of his arm and said to him:
"Do not throw it away; in this world
everything may be of use."
"But core I am determined I will
i not eat," shouted the puppet, turning
upon him like a viper.
"Who knows! there are so many
chances! ." repeated Geppetto
without losing his temper.
And so the three cores, instead of
being thrown out of the window, were
placed on the corner of the table together with the three
rinds. Q1

Having eaten, or rather having
devoured the three pears, Pin-
occhio yawned tremendously, and
then said in a fretful tone:
"I am as hungry as ever!"
"But, my boy, I have nothing - -
more to give you!"
"Nothing, really nothing?"
"I have only the rind and the cores of the three pears."
"One must have patience!" said Pinocchio; "if there is
nothing else I will eat a rind."
And he began to chew it. At first he made
a wry face; but then one after another he
quickly disposed of the rinds: and after
the rinds even the cores, and when he had
eaten up everything he clapped his hands
on his sides in his satisfaction, and said
"Ah! now I feel comfortable."
"You see now," observed Geppetto, "that I was right when
I said to you that it did not do to accustom ourselves to be
too particular or too dainty in our tastes. We can never
know, my dear boy, what may happen to us. There are
so many chances! .. ."


Geppetto having returned home begins at once to make
a puppet, to which he gives the name of Pin-
occhio. The first tricks played by the puppet.

floor room that was lighted only from the staircase. The
furniture could not have been simpler,-a bad chair, a poor
bed, and a broken-down table. At the end of the room there
was a fireplace with a lighted fire; but the fire was painted,
and by the fire was a painted saucepan that was boiling
cheerfully, and sending out a cloud of smoke that looked
exactly like real smoke.
As soon as he reached home Geppetto took his tools and set
to work to cut out and model his puppet.

"What name shall I give him?" he said to himself;
"I think I will call him Pinocchio. It is a name
that will bring him luck. I once knew a whole
family so called. There was Pinocchio the father,
Pinocchia the mother, and Pinocchi the children,
and all of them did well. The richest of them was
a beggar."
Having found a name for his puppet he began to
work in good earnest, and he first made his hair,
then his forehead, and then his eyes.
The eyes being finished, imagine his astonishment
when he perceived that they moved and looked
fixedly at him.
Geppetto seeing himself stared at by those two
wooden eyes took it almost in bad part, and said in
an angry voice:
"Wicked wooden eyes, why do you look at me?"
No one answered.
He then proceeded to carve the nose; but no
sooner had he made it than it began to grow. And
it grew, and grew, and grew, until in a few minutes
it had become an immense nose that seemed as if
it would never end.
Poor Geppetto tired himself out with cutting it off;
but the more he cut and shortened it, the longer did
that impertinent nose become!
The mouth was not even completed when it began
to laugh and deride him.
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he might as well have told the wind to stop blowing.
"Stop laughing, I say!" he roared in a threatening tone.
The mouth then ceased laughing, but put out its tongue as
far as it would go.
Geppetto, not to spoil his handiwork, pretended not to see,
and continued his labors. After the mouth he fashioned
the chin, then the throat, then the shoulders, the stomach,
the arms and the hands.
The hands were scarcely finished when Geppetto felt his wig
snatched from his head. He turned round, and what did
he see? He saw his yellow wig in the puppet's hand.
"Pinocchio! . Give me back my wig instantly!"
But Pinocchio, instead of returning it, put it on his own
head, and was in consequence nearly smothered.
Geppetto at this insolent and derisive behavior felt sadder
and more melancholy than he had ever been in his life
before; and turning to Pinocchio he said to him:
"You young rascal! You are not yet com-
Spleted, and you are already beginning to show
'want of respect to your father! That is bad,
my boy, very bad!"
And he dried a tear.
The legs and the feet remained to be done.
When Geppetto had finished the feet he re-
ceived a kick on the point of his nose.
"I deserve it!" he said to himself; "I should
have thought of it sooner! Now it is too
He then took the puppet under the arms and
placed him on the floor to teach him to walk.


Pinocchio's legs were stiff and he could not move, but Gep-
petto led him by the hand and showed him how to put
one foot before the other.
When his legs became flexible Pinocchio began to walk by
himself and to run about the room; until, having gone out
of the house door, he jumped into the street and escaped.
Poor Geppetto rushed after him but was not able to over-
take him, for that rascal Pinocchio leapt in front of him
like a hare, and knocking his wooden feet together against
the pavement made as much clatter as twenty pairs of peas-
ants' clogs.
"Stop him! stop him!" shouted Geppetto; but the people
in the street, seeing a wooden puppet running like a race
horse, stood still in astonishment to look at it, and laughed,
and laughed, and laughed, until it beats description.
At last, as good luck would have it, a carabineer arrived
who, hearing the uproar, imagined that a colt had escaped
from his master. Planting himself courageously with his
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determined purpose of stopping him, and thus preventing
the chance of worse disasters.
When Pinocchio, still at some distance, saw the carabineer
barricading the whole street, he endeavored to take him
by surprise and to pass between his legs. But he failed
The carabineer without disturbing himself in the least caught
him cleverly by the nose-it was an immense nose of ridic-
ulous proportions that seemed made on purpose to be laid
hold of by carabineers-and consigned him to Geppetto.
Wishing to punish him, Geppetto intended to pull his ears
at once. But imagine his feelings when he could not suc-
ceed in finding them. And do you know the reason? It
was that, in his hurry to model him, he had forgotten to
make them.


He then took him by the collar, and as he was leading him
away he said to him, shaking his head threateningly:
"We will go home at once, and as soon as we arrive we will
regulate our accounts, never doubt it."
At this announcement Pinocchio threw himself on the ground
and would not take another step. In the meanwhile a crowd
of idlers and inquisitive people began to assemble and to
make a ring round them.
Some of them said one thing, some another.
"Poor puppet!" said several, "he is right not to wish to
return home! Who knows how Geppetto, that bad old man,
will beat him! . ."
And the others added maliciously:
"Geppetto seems a good man! but with boys he is a regular
tyrant! If that poor puppet is left in his hands he is quite
capable of tearing him in pieces! . ."
It ended in so much being said and done that the carabineer
at last set Pinocchio at liberty and conducted Geppetto to


prison. The poor man, not being
ready with words to defend him-
S\ self, cried like a calf, and as he
was being led away to prison
sobbed out:
"Wretched boy! And to think
how I have labored to make
him a well-conducted puppet!
But it serves me right! I should have thought of it
sooner! . ."
What happened afterward is a story that really is past all
belief, but I will relate it to you in the following chapters.



The inn of The Red Crawfish.

walked, until at last, toward evening, they arrived dead
tired at the inn of The Red Crawfish.
"Let us stop here a little," said the Fox, "that we may
have something to eat and rest ourselves for an hour or
two. We will start again at midnight, so as to arrive at the
Field of miracles by dawn to-morrow morning."
Having gone into the inn they all three sat down to table:
but none of them had any appetite.

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The Cat, who was suffering from indigestion and feeling
seriously indisposed, could only eat thirty-five mullet with
tomato sauce, and four portions of tripe with Parmesan
cheese; and because she thought the tripe was not seasoned
enough, she asked three times for the butter and grated
The Fox would also willingly have picked a little, but as
his doctor had ordered him a strict diet, he was forced to

content himself simply with a hare dressed with a sweet
and sour sauce, and garnished lightly with fat chickens and
early pullets. After the hare he sent for a made dish of
partridges, rabbits, frogs, lizards, and other delicacies; he
could not touch anything else. He had such a disgust to
food, he said, that he could put nothing to his lips.
The one who ate the least was Pinocchio. He asked for some
walnuts and a hunch of bread, and left everything on his
plate. The poor boy, whose thoughts were continually fixed
on the Field of miracles, had got in anticipation an indiges-
tion of gold pieces.
When they had supped, the Fox said to the host:
"Give us two good rooms, one for Mr. Pinocchio, and the

other for me and my companion.
We will snatch a little sleep before
we leave. Remember, however,
that at midnight we wish to be
called to continue our journey."
"Yes, gentlemen," answered the
host, and he winked at the Fox and
the Cat, as much as to say: "I
know what you are up to. We un-
derstand one another!"
No sooner had Pinocchio got into bed than he fell asleep
at once and began to dream. And he dreamt that he was
in the middle of a field, and the field was full of shrubs
covered with clusters of gold sovereigns, and as they swung
in the wind they went zin, zin, zin, almost as if they would
say: "Let who will, come and take us." But when Pinoc-
chio was at the most interesting moment, that is, just as he

was stretching out his hand to pick handfuls of those beau-
tiful gold pieces and to put them in his pocket, he was sud-
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It was the host who had come to tell him that midnight had
"Are my companions ready?" asked the puppet.
"Ready! Why, they left two hours ago."
"Why were they in such a hurry?"
"Because the Cat had received a message to say that her
eldest kitten was ill with chilblains on his feet, and was
in danger of death."

"Did they pay for the supper?"
"What are you thinking of? They are much too well edu-
cated to dream of offering such an insult to a gentleman
like you."
"What a pity! It is an insult that would have given me
so much pleasure!" said Pinocchio, scratching his head. He
then asked:
"And where did my good friends say they would wait for
"At the Field of miracles, to-morrow morning at daybreak."

Pinocchio paid a sovereign for his supper and that of his
companions, and then left.
Outside the inn it was so pitch dark that he had almost to
grope his way, for it was impossible to see a hand's breadth
in front of him. In the adjacent country not a leaf moved.

Only some night-birds flying across the road from one hedge
to the other brushed Pinocchio's nose with their wings as
they passed, which caused him so much terror that, spring-
ing back, he shouted: "Who goes there?" and the echo
in the surrounding hills repeated in the distance: "Who
goes there? Who goes there? Who goes there?"
As he was walking along he saw a little insect shining dimly
on the trunk of a tree, like a night-light in a lamp of trans.
parent china.
"Who are you?" asked Pinocchio.
"I am the ghost of the Talking-cricket," answered the insect
in a low voice, so weak and faint that it seemed to come
from the other world.
"What do you want with me?" said the puppet.

"I want to give you some advice. Go back, and take the
four sovereigns that you have left to your poor father, who
is weeping and in despair because you have never returned
to him."
"By to-morrow my papa will be a gentleman, for these four
sovereigns will have become two thousand."
"Don't trust, my boy, to those who promise to make you
rich in a day. Usually they are either mad or rogues! Give
.v ear to me, and go back."
"On the contrary, I am determined to go on.
a/ "The hour is late! .. ."
"I am determined to go on."
S "The night is dark! .."
"I am determined to go on."
"The road is dangerous! .
"I am determined to go on."
"Remember that boys who are bent on following //
their caprices, and will have their own way, sooner
or later repent it."
"Always the same stories. Good night, Cricket." ,
"Good night, Pinocchio, and may Heaven preserve
you from dangers and from assassins."
No sooner had he said these words than the Talk-
ing-cricket vanished suddenly like a light that has
been blown out, and the road became darker than

The story of Pinocchio and the Talking-cricket, from
which we see that naughty boys cannot endure
to be corrected by those who know more than
they do.

you that while poor Geppetto was being taken to prison
for no fault of his, that imp Pinocchio, finding himself free
from the clutches of the carabineer, ran off as fast as his
legs could carry him. That he might reach home the quicker
he rushed across the fields, and in his mad hurry he jumped
high banks, thorn ledges, and ditches full of water, exactly
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Having arrived at the house he found the street
door ajar. He pushed it open, went in, and having
secured the latch threw himself seated on the
ground and gave a great sigh of satisfaction.
But his satisfaction did not last long, for he heard some
one in the room who was saying:
"Who calls me?" cried Pinocchio in a fright.
"It is I!"
Pinocchio turned round and saw a big cricket crawling
slowly up the wall.
"Tell me, Cricket, who may you be?"
"I am the Talking-cricket, and I have lived in this room
a hundred years and more."
"Now, however, this room is mine," said the puppet, "and
if you would do me a pleasure go away at once, without
even turning round."
"I will not go," answered the Cricket, "until I have told you
a great truth."
"Tell it me, then, and be quick about it."
"Woe to those boys who rebel against their
parents, and run away capriciously from home.
They will never come to any good in the world,
and sooner or later they will repent bitterly."
"Sing away, Cricket, as you please, and as long
as you please. For me, I have made up my
mind to run away to-morrow at daybreak, be-
cause if I remain I shall not escape the fate
of all other boys; I shall be sent to school and

shall be made to study either by love or by force.
To tell you in confidence, I have no wish to
learn; it is much more amusing to run after but-
S terflies, or to climb trees and to take the young
birds out of their nests."
"Poor little goose! But do you not know that in that
way you will grow up a perfect donkey, and that everyone
will make game of you?"
"Hold your tongue, you wicked ill-omened croaker!" shouted
But the Cricket, who was patient and philosophical, instead
of becoming angry at this impertinence, continued in the
same tone:
"But if you do not wish to go to school why not at least
learn a trade, if only to enable you to earn honestly a
piece of bread?"
"Do you want me to tell you?" replied Pinocchio, who was
beginning to lose patience. "Among all the trades in
the world there is only one that really takes my fancy."
"And that trade-what is it?"
"It is to eat, drink, sleep, and amuse myself, and to lead
a vagabond life from morning to night."
"As a rule," said the Talking-cricket with the
same composure, "all those who follow that trade
end almost always either in a hospital or in
"Take care, you wicked ill-omened
croaker! . Woe to you if I fly into
a passion! .,"

"Poor Pinocchio! I really pity you! . ."
"Why do you pity me?"
"Because you are a puppet and, what is worse, because
you have a wooden head."
At these last words Pinocchio jumped up in a rage, and
snatching a wooden hammer from the bench he threw it
at the Talking-cricket.
Perhaps he never meant to hit him; but unfortunately it
struck him exactly on the head, so that the poor Cricket had
scarcely breath to cry cri-cri-cri, and then remained dried
up and flattened against the wall.


Geppetto makes Pinocchio new feet, and sells his own
coat to buy him a Spelling-book.

peased his hunger than he began to cry and to grumble be-
cause he wanted a pair of new feet.
But Geppetto, to punish him for his naughtiness, allowed
him to cry and to despair for half the day. He then said
to him:
"Why should I make you new feet? To enable you, per-
haps, to escape again from home?"
"I promise you," said the puppet, sobbing, "that for the
future I will be good."
"All boys," replied Geppetto, "when they are bent upon
obtaining something, say the same thing."
"I promise you that I will go to school, and that I will study

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hard and do my best to try to earn a good character."
"All boys, when they are bent on obtaining something, repeat
the same story."
"But I am not like other boys! I am better than all of
them and I always speak the truth. I promise you, papa,
that I will learn a trade, and that I will be the consolation
and the staff of your old age."
Geppetto, although he put on a severe face, had his eyes
full of tears and his heart big with sorrow at seeing his poor
Pinocchio in such a pitiable state. He did not say another
word, but taking his tools and two small pieces of well-
seasoned wood he set to work with great diligence.
In less than an hour the feet were finished: two little feet-
swift, well-knit, and nervous. They might have been mod-
eled by an artist of genius.
Geppetto then said to the puppet:
"Shut your eyes and go to sleep!"
And Pinocchio shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
And while he pretended to sleep,
Geppetto, with a little glue
which he had melted in an egg-
S shell, fastened his feet in their
place, and it was so well done
That not even a trace could be seen
Sof where they were joined.
No sooner had the puppet discov-
ered that he had feet than he
jumped down from the table on
which he was lying, and began to
spring and to cut a thousand

capers about the room, as if he had gone mad with the
greatness of his delight.
"To reward you for what you have done for me," said
Pinocchio to his father, "I will go to school at once."
"Good boy."
"But to go to school I shall want some clothes."
Geppetto, who was poor, and who had not so much as a
farthing in his pocket, then made him a little dress of flow-
ered paper, a pair of shoes from the bark of a tree, and
a cap of the crumb of bread.
Pinocchio ran immediately to look at himself in a crock
of water, and he was so pleased with his appearance that
he said, strutting about like a peacock:
"I look quite like a gentleman!"
"Yes indeed," answered Geppetto, "for bear in mind that
it is not fine clothes that make the gentleman, but rather
clean clothes."
"By the bye," added the puppet, "to go to school I am still
in want-indeed I am without the best thing, and the most
And what is it?"
"I have no Spelling-book."
"You are right: but what shall we
do to get one?" onl
"It is quite easy. We have only
to go to the bookseller's and buy
"And the money?"
"I have none."

"No more have I," added the
good old man very sadly.
SAnd Pinocchio, although he
-v was a very merry boy, became
sad also; because poverty,
when it is real poverty, is understood by everybody-even
by boys. He returned shortly, holding in his hand a Spell-
ing-book for Pinocchio, but the old
coat was gone. The poor man was 7
in his shirt sleeves, and out of doors
it was snowing.
"And the coat, papa?"
"I have sold it."
"Why did you sell it?"
"Because I found it too hot."
Pinocchio understood this answer in an instant, and unable
to restrain the impulse of his good heart he sprang up, and
throwing his arms round Geppetto's neck he began kissing
him again and again.

Pinocchio sells his Spelling-book that he may go and
see a puppet-show.

Pinocchio set out for school with his fine Spelling-book
under his arm. As he went along he began to imagine a
thousand things in his little brain, and to build a thousand
castles in the air, one more beautiful than the other.
And talking to himself he said:
"To-day at school I will learn to read at once; then to-
morrow I will begin to write, and the day after to-morrow
to cipher. Then with my acquirements I will earn a great
deal of money, and with the first money I have in my pocket
I will immediately buy for my papa a beautiful new cloth
coat. But what am I saying? Cloth, indeed! It shall be
all made of gold and silver, and it shall have diamond but-
tons. That poor man really deserves it; for to buy me

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books and have me taught he has remained
in his shirt sleeves. . And in this cold!
It is only fathers who are capable of such
( p sacrifices! .
While he was saying this with great emo-
tion he thought that he heard music in the
distance that sounded like fifes and the beat-
ing of a big drum: fi-fi-fi, fi-fi-fi, zum, zum,
zum, zum.
He stopped and listened. The sounds came from the end
of a cross street that led to a little village on the seashore.
"What can that music be? What a pity that I have to go
to school, or else . ."
And he remained irresolute. It was, however, necessary
to come to a decision. Should he go to school? or should
he go after the fifes?
"To-day I will go and hear the fifes, and to-morrow I will
go to school," finally decided the young scapegrace, shrug-
ging his shoulders.
The more he ran the nearer came
the sounds of the fifes and the
beating of the big drum: fi-fi-fi,
zum, zum, zum, zum.
At last he found himself in the 3
middle of a square quite full of
people, who were all crowding
round a building made of wood and
canvas, and painted a thousand

"What is that building?" asked Pinocchio, turning to a little
boy who belonged to the place.
"Read the placard-it is all written-and then you will
"I would read it willingly, but it so happens that to-day I
don't know how to read."
"Bravo, blockhead! Then I will read it to you. The writing
on that placard in those letters red as fire is:


"Has the play begun long?"
"It is beginning now."
"How much does it cost to go in?"
Pinocchio, who was in a fever of curiosity, lost all control
of himself, and without any shame he said to the little boy
to whom he was talking:
"Would you lend me twopence until to-morrow?"
"I would lend them to you willingly," said the other, taking
him off, "but it so happens that to-day I cannot give them
to you."
"I will sell you my jacket for two-
pence," the puppet then said to him.
"What do you think that I could do '
with a jacket of flowered paper? If
there was rain and it got wet, it would
be impossible to get it off my back."
"Will you buy my shoes?"
"They would only be of use to light the fire."

"How much will you give me for my cap?"
"That would be a wonderful acquisition
indeed! A cap of bread crumb! There
would be a risk of the mice coming to eat
it while it was on my head."
Pinocchio was on thorns. He was on the
l point of making another offer, but he had
not the courage. He hesitated, felt irreso-
lute and remorseful. At last he said:
"Will you give me twopence for this new Spelling-book?"
"I am a boy and I don't buy from boys," replied his little

interlocutor, who had much
more sense than he had.
"I will buy the Spelling-book
for twopence," called out a
hawker of old clothes, who had
been listening to the conversa-
And the book was sold there
and then. And to think that
poor Geppetto had remained at
home trembling with cold in his
buy his son a Spelling-book!


shirt sleeves, that he might


Pinocchio, because he would not heed the good counsels
of the Talking-cricket, falls among assassins.

himself as he resumed his journey, "how unfortunate we
poor boys are. Everybody scolds us, everybody admonishes
us, everybody gives us good advice. To let them talk, they
would all take it into their heads to be our fathers and our
masters-all: even the Talking-cricket. See now; because I
don't choose to listen to that tiresome Cricket, who knows,
according to him, how many misfortunes are to happen to
me! I am even to meet with assassins! That is, however,
of little consequence, for I don't believe in assassins-I have
never believed in them. For me, I think that assassins have
. been invented purposely by papas to frighten boys who want

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to go out at night. Besides, supposing I was to come across
them here in the road, do you imagine they would frighten
me? Not the least in the world. I would go to meet them and
cry: 'Gentlemen assassins, what do you want with me? Re-
member that with me there is no joking. Therefore go about
your business and be quiet!' At this speech, said in a de-
termined tone, those poor assassins-I think I see them-
would run away like the wind. If, however, they were so
badly educated as not to run away, why, then, I would run
away myself, and there would be an end of it. . ."
But Pinocchio had not time to finish his reasoning, for
at that moment he thought that he heard a slight rustle of
leaves behind him.
He turned to look, and saw in the gloom two evil-looking
black figures completely enveloped in charcoal sacks. They
were running after him on tiptoe, and making great leaps like
two phantoms.

"Here they are in reality!" he said to himself, and not
knowing where to hide his gold pieces he put them in his
mouth precisely under his tongue.
Then he tried to escape. But he had not gone a step when

he felt himself seized by the arm, and heard two horrid
sepulchral voices saying to him:
"Your money or your life!"
Pinocchio, not being able to answer in words, owing to the
money that was in his mouth, made a thousand low bows and
a thousand pantomimes. He tried thus to make the two


muffled figures, whose eyes were only visible through the
holes in their sacks, understand that he was a poor puppet,
and that he had not as much as a false farthing in his pocket.
"Come now! Less nonsense and out with the money!" cried
the two brigands threateningly.
And the puppet made a gesture with his hands to signify: "I
have none."
"Deliver up your money or you are dead," said the taller
of the brigands.
"Dead!" repeated the other.
"And after we have killed you, we will also kill your father."
"Also your father!"
"No, no, no, not my poor papa!" cried Pinocchio in a despair-
ing tone; and as he said it, the sovereigns clinked in his

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"Ah! you rascal! Then
you have hidden your
money under your tongue!
Spit it out at once!"
But Pinocchio was ob-
"Ah! you pretend to be deaf,
do you? Wait a moment;
leave it to us to find a means
to make you spit it out."
And one of them seized the
puppet by the end of his nose, and the other took him by the
chin, and began to pull them brutally, the one up and the
other down, to constrain him to open his mouth. But it was
all to no purpose. Pinoc-
chio's mouth seemed to be
nailed and riveted together.
Then the shorter assassin
drew out an ugly knife and


tried to force it between his lips like a lever or chisel. But
Pinocchio, as quick as lightning, caught his hand with his
teeth, and with one bite bit it clean off and spat it out.
Imagine his astonishment when instead of a hand he per-
ceived that he had spat a cat's paw on to the ground.
Encouraged by this first victory he used his nails to such
purpose that he succeeded in liberating himself from his
assailants, and jumping the hedge by the roadside he began
to fly across country. The assassins ran after him like two
dogs chasing a hare: and the one who had lost a paw ran on
one leg, and no one ever knew how he managed it.
After a race of some miles Pinocchio could do no more.
Giving himself up for lost he climbed the stem of a very
high pinetree and seated himself in the topmost branches.
The assassins attempted to climb after him, but when they
had reached halfway up the stem they slid down again, and
arrived on the ground with the skin grazed from their hands
and knees.
But they were not to be beaten by so little: collecting a
quantity of dry wood they piled it beneath the pine and set
fire to it. In less time than it takes to tell the pine began to
burn and to flame like a candle blown by the wind. Pinocchio,
seeing that the flames were mounting higher every instant,
and not wishing to end his life like a roasted pigeon, made
a stupendous leap from the top of the tree and started afresh
across the fields and vineyards. The assassins followed him,
and kept behind him without once giving in.
The day began to break and they were still pursuing
him. Suddenly Pinocchio found his way barred by a wide
deep ditch full of dirty water the color of coffee. What

was he to do? "One! two! three!" cried the puppet, and
making a rush he sprang to the other side. The assassins
also jumped, but not having measured the distance properly
-splash, splash! . they fell into the very middle of the
ditch. Pinocchio, who heard the plunge and the splashing
of the water, shouted out, laughing, and without stopping:
"A fine bath to you, gentlemen assassins."
And he felt convinced that they were drowned, when, turning
to look, he perceived that on the contrary they were both
running after him, still enveloped in their sacks, with the
water dripping from them as if they had been two hollow


The assassins pursue Pinoc-
chio; and having over-
taken him hang him to
a branch of the Big

courage failed him, and he was on the point of throwing
himself on the ground and giving himself over for lost.
Turning, however, his eyes in every direction, he saw at
some distance, standing out amid the dark green of the
trees, a small house as white as snow.
"If I had only breath to reach that house," he said to him-
self, "perhaps I should be saved."
And without delaying an instant, he recommended running
for his life through the wood, and the assassins after him.
At last, after a desperate race of nearly two hours, he ar-
rived quite breathless at the door of the house, and knocked.
No one answered.
He knocked again with great violence, for he heard the
sound of steps approaching him, and the heavy panting of
his persecutors. The same silence.

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Seeing that knocking was useless he began in desperation to
kick and pommel the door with all his might. The window
then opened and a beautiful Child appeared at it. She had
blue hair and a face as white as a waxen image; her eyes
were closed and her hands were crossed on her breast. With-
out moving her lips in the least, she said in a voice that
seemed to come from the other world:
"In this house there is no one. They are all dead."
"Then at least open the door for me yourself," shouted
Pinocchio, crying and imploring.
"I am dead also."
"Dead? then what are you doing there at the window?"
"I am waiting for the bier to come to carry me away."

Having said this she immediately disappeared, and the win-
dow was closed again without the slightest noise.
"Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair," cried Pinocchio, "open
the door for pity's sake! Have compassion on a poor boy
pursued by assas . ."
But he could not finish the word, for he felt himself seized

by the collar, and the same two horrible voices said to
him threateningly:
"You shall not escape from us again!"
The puppet, seeing death staring him in the face, was taken
with such a violent fit of trembling that the joints of his
wooden legs began to creak, and the sovereigns hidden under
his tongue to clink.
"Now then," demanded the assassins, "will you open your
mouth, yes or no? Ah! no answer? . Leave it to us:
this time we will force you to open it! . ."
And drawing out two long horrid knives as sharp as razors,
clash . they attempted to stab him twice.
But the puppet, luckily for him, was made of very hard
wood; the knives therefore broke into a thousand pieces,
and the assassins were left with the handles in their hands
staring at each other.

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"I see what we must do," said one of them. "He must be
hung! let us hang him!"
"Let us hang him!" repeated the other.
Without loss of time they tied his arms behind him, passed
a running noose round his throat, and then hung him to the
branch of a tree called the Big Oak.
They then sat down on the grass and waited for his last
struggle. But at the end of three hours the puppet's eyes
were still open, his mouth closed, and he was kicking more
than ever.
Losing patience they turned to Pinocchio and said in a ban-
tering tone:
"Good-by till to-morrow. Let us hope that when we return
you will be polite enough to allow yourself to be found
quite dead, and with your mouth wide open."
And they walked off.
In the meantime a tempestuous northerly wind began to blow
and roar angrily, and it beat the poor puppet as he hung

from side to side, making him swing violently like the clat-
ter of a bell ringing for a wedding. And the swinging gave
him atrocious spasms, and the running noose, becoming still
tighter round his throat, took away his breath.
Little by little his eyes began to grow dim, but although he
felt that death was near he still continued to hope that some
charitable person would come to his assistance before it
was too late. But when, after waiting and waiting, he found
that no one came, absolutely no one, then he remembered
his poor father, and thinking he was dying . he stam-
mered out:
"Oh, papa! papa! if only you were here!"
His breath failed him and he could say no more. He shut
his eyes, opened his mouth, stretched his legs, gave a long
shudder, and hung stiff and insensible.



The beautiful Child with blue hair has the puppet
taken down: has him put to bed and calls in
three doctors to know if he is alive or dead.

to a branch of the Big Oak, was apparently more dead than
alive, the beautiful Child with blue hair came again to
the window. When she saw the unhappy puppet hanging
by his throat, and dancing up and down in the gusts of the
north wind, she was moved by compassion. Striking her
hands together she made three little claps.
At this signal there came a sound of the sweep of wings fly-
ing rapidly, and a large Falcon flew on to the window sill.
"What are your orders, gracious Fairy?" he asked, inclining
his beak in sign of reverence-for I must tell you that the
Child with blue hair was no more and no less than a beau-


tiful Fairy, who for more than a thousand years had lived
in the wood.
"Do you see that puppet dangling from a branch of the Big
"I see him."
"Very well. Fly there at once: with
your strong beak break the knot that
keeps him suspended in the air, and lay
him gently on the grass at the foot of
the tree."
The Falcon flew away, and after two
minutes he returned saying:
"I have done as you commanded."
"And how did you find him?"
"To see him he appeared dead, but he
cannot really be quite dead, for I had
no sooner loosened the running noose
that tightened his throat than, giving a
sigh, he muttered in a faint voice: 'Now I feel better! . .'"
The Fairy then striking her hands together made two little
claps, and a magnificent Poodle appeared, walking upright
on his hind legs exactly as if he had been a man.
He was in the full-dress livery of a coachman. On his head
he had a three-cornered cap braided with gold, his curly white
wig came down on to his shoulders, he had a chocolate-col-
ored waistcoat with diamond buttons, and two large pockets
to contain the bones that his mistress gave him at dinner.
He had besides a pair of short crimson velvet breeches, silk
stockings, cut-down shoes, and hanging behind him a species
of umbrella-case made of blue satin, to put his tail into when
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"Be quick, Medoro, like a good dog!" said the Fairy to the
Poodle. "Have the most beautiful carriage in my coach-
house put to, and take the road to the wood. When you come
to the Big Oak you will find a poor puppet stretched on the
grass half dead. Pick him up gently, and lay him flat on
the cushions of the carriage and bring him here to me. Have
you understood?"
The Poodle, to show that he had understood, shook the case
of blue satin that he had on three or four times, and ran off
like a race horse.
Shortly afterward
a beautiful little
carriage came out
S of the coach-house.
S The cushions were
S stuffed with canary
feathers, and it
Z- was lined in the in-
side with whipped
cream, custard,
and Savoy biscuits.
The little carriage was drawn by a hundred pairs of white
mice, and the Poodle, seated on the coach-box, cracked his
whip from side to side like a driver when he is afraid that
he is behind time.
A quarter of an hour had not passed when the carriage re-
turned. The Fairy, who was waiting at the door of the
house, took the poor puppet in her arms, and carried him
into a little room that was wainscoted with mother-of-pearl,
and sent at once to summon the most famous doctors in the

The doctors came immediately one after the other: namely a
Crow, an Owl, and a Talking-cricket.
"I wish to know from you gentlemen," said the Fairy, turn-
ing to the three doctors who were assembled round Pinoc-
chio's bed-"I wish to know from you gentlemen, if this
unfortunate puppet is alive or dead! .. ."
At this request the Crow, advancing first, felt Pinocchio's
pulse; he then felt his nose, and then the little toe of his
foot: and having done this carefully, he pronounced sol-
emnly the following words:
"To my belief the puppet is already quite dead; but if un-
fortunately he should not be dead, then it would be a sign
that he is still alive!"
"I regret," said the Owl, "to be obliged to contradict the
Crow, my illustrious friend and colleague; but in my opinion

the puppet is still alive: but if unfortunately he should not
be alive, then it would be a sign that he is dead indeed!"
"And you-have you nothing to say?" asked the Fairy of
the Talking-cricket.
"In my opinion the wisest thing a prudent doctor can do,
when he does not know what he is talking about, is to be
silent. For the rest, that puppet there has a face that is not
new to me. I have known him for some time! . ."

Pinocchio, who up to that moment had lain immovable, like
a real piece of wood, was seized with a fit of convulsive trem-
bling that shook the whole bed.
"That puppet there," continued the Talking-cricket, "is a
confirmed rogue. . ."
Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them again immediately.
"He is a ragamuffin, a do-nothing, a vagabond .. "
Pinocchio hid his face beneath the clothes.
"That puppet there is a disobedient son who will make his
poor father die of a broken heart! . ."
At that instant a suffocated sound of sobs and crying was
heard in the room. Imagine everybody's astonishment when,
having raised the sheets a little, it was discovered that the
sounds came from Pinocchio.
"When the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on the
road to get well," said the Crow solemnly.
"I grieve to contradict my illustrious friend and colleague,"
added the Owl; "but for me, when the dead person cries,
it is a sign that he is sorry to die."

Fire-eater sneezes and pardons Pinocchio, who then
saves the life of his friend Harlequin.

that was his name-looked, I must say, a terrible man,
especially with his black beard that covered his chest and
legs like an apron. On the whole, however, he had not a
bad heart. In proof of this, when he saw poor Pinocchio
brought before him, struggling and screaming, "I will not
die, I will not die!" he was quite moved and felt very sorry
for him. He tried to hold out, but after a little he could
stand it no longer and he sneezed violently. When he heard
the sneeze, Harlequin, who up to that moment had been in
the deepest affliction, and bowed down like a weeping willow,
became quite cheerful, and leaning toward Pinocchio he
whispered to him softly:
"Good news, brother. The showman has sneezed, and that

is a sign that he pities you, and
consequently you are saved."
For you must know that while
most men, when they feel com-
passion for somebody, either \ .
weep or at least pretend to dry
their eyes, Fire-eater, on the con-"'-
trary, whenever he was really
overcome, had the habit of sneezing.
After he had sneezed, the showman,
still acting the ruffian, shouted to
."Have done crying! Your lamenta-
S tions have given me a pain in my
stomach. . I feel a spasm, that
almost . Ecti! ecti!" and he
sneezed again twice.
-. "Bless you!" said Pinocchio.
"Thank you! And your papa and
your mamma, are they still alive?"
asked Fire-eater.
"Papa, yes! my mamma I have never
"Who can say what a sorrow it would "
be for your poor old father if I was to
have you thrown among those burning
coals! Poor old man! I compassion-
ate him! . Ecti! ecti! ecti!" and
he sneezed again three times.
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"Thank you! All the same, some compassion is due to
me, for as you see I have no more wood with which to finish
roasting my mutton, and to tell you the truth, under the
circumstances you would have been of great use to me!
However, I have had pity on you, so I must have patience.
Instead of you I will burn under the spit one of the puppets
belonging to my company. Ho there, gendarmes!"
At this call two wooden gendarmes immediately appeared.
They were very long and very thin, and had on cocked hats,
and held unsheathed swords in their hands.
The showman said to them in a hoarse voice:
"Take Harlequin, bind him securely, and then throw him
on the fire to burn. I am determined that my mutton shall
be well roasted."
Only imagine that poor Harlequin! His terror was so great
that his legs bent under him, and he fell with his face on
the ground.

At this agonizing sight Pinocchio, weeping bitterly, threw
himself at the showman's feet, and bathing his long beard
with his tears he began to say in a supplicating voice:
"Have pity, Sir Fire-eater! . ."
"Here there are no sirs," the showman answered severely.
"Have pity, Sir Knight! . ."
"Here there are no knights!"
"Have pity, Commander! . ."
"Here there are no commanders!"
"Have pity, Excellence! . ."
Upon hearing himself called Excellence the showman be-
gan to smile, and became at once kinder and more tractable.
Turning to Pinocchio he asked:
"Well, what do you want from me?"
"I implore you to pardon poor Harlequin."
"For him there can be no pardon. As I have spared you
he must be put on the fire, for I am determined that my
mutton shall be well roasted."
"In that case," cried Pinocchio proudly, rising and throw-
ing away his cap of bread crumb-"in that case I know
my duty. Come on, gendarmes! Bind me and throw me


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among the flames. No, it is not just that poor Harlequin,
my true friend, should die for me! . ."
These words, pronounced in a loud heroic voice, made all
the puppets who were present cry. Even the gendarmes,
although they were made of wood, wept like two newly-born
Fire-eater at first remained as hard and unmoved as ice,
but little by little he began to melt and to sneeze. And
having sneezed four or five times, he opened his arms affec-
tionately, and said to Pinocchio:
"You are a good, brave boy! Come here and give me a
kiss." Pinocchio ran at once, and climbing like a squirrel
up the showman's beard he deposited a hearty kiss on the
point of his nose.
"Then the pardon is granted?" asked poor Harlequin in a
faint voice that was scarcely audible.
"The pardon is granted!" answered Fire-eater; he then added,
sighing and shaking his head:


"I must have patience! To-night I shall have to resign my-
self to eat the mutton half raw; but another time, woe to him
who chances! . ."
At the news of the pardon the puppets all ran to the stage,
and having lighted the lamps and chandeliers as if for a
full-dress performance, they began to leap and to dance
merrily. At dawn they were still dancing.

The puppets recognize their brother Pinocchio, and re-
ceive him with delight; but at that moment their
master Fire-eater makes his appearance and
Pinocchio is in danger of coming to a bad end.

little puppet theater, an incident occurred that almost pro-
duced a revolution.
I must tell you that the curtain was drawn up, and the
play had already begun.
On the stage Harlequin and Punchinello were as usual
quarreling with each other, and threatening every moment
to come to blows.
The audience, all attention, laughed till they were ill as they
listened to the bickerings of these two puppets, who ges-
ticulated and abused each other so naturally that they might
have been two reasonable beings, and two persons of the

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All at once Harlequin stopped short, and turn-
ing to the public he pointed with his hand to ." ."
some one far down in the pit, and exclaimed in
a dramatic tone:
"Gods of the firmament! do I dream, or am I
awake? But surely that is Pinocchio! .. ."
"It is indeed Pinocchio!" cried Punchinello.
"It is indeed himself!" screamed Miss Rose,
peeping from behind the scenes.
"It is Pinocchio! it is Pinocchio!" shouted all the puppets
in chorus, leaping from all sides on to the stage. "It is
Pinocchio! It is our brother Pinocchio! Long live Pinoc-
chio! . ."
"Pinocchio, come up here to me," cried Harlequin, "and
throw yourself into the arms of your wooden brothers!"
At this affectionate invitation Pinocchio made a leap from
the end of the pit into the reserved seats; another leap landed
him on the head of the leader of the orchestra, and he then
sprang upon the stage.
The embraces, the hugs, the friendly
pinches, and the demonstrations of warm
1 brotherly affection that Pinocchio re-
ceived from the excited crowd of actors
and actresses of the puppet dramatic
company beat description.
S The sight was doubtless a moving one,
W A but the public in the pit, finding that
play was stopped, became impatient, and
4 began to shout: "We will have the play


-go on with the play!"
It was all breath thrown away. The puppets, instead of
continuing the recital, redoubled their noise and outcries,
and putting Pinocchio on their shoulders they carried him
in triumph before the footlights.
At that moment out came the showman. He was very big,
and so ugly that the sight of him was enough to frighten
anyone. His beard was as black as ink, and so long that
it reached from his chin to the ground. I need only say
that he trod upon it when he walked. His mouth was as
big as an oven, and his eyes were like two lanterns of red
glass with lights burning inside them. He carried a large
whip made of snakes and foxes' tails twisted together, which
he cracked constantly.
At his unexpected appearance there was a profound silence:
no one dared to breathe. A fly might have been heard in
the stillness. The poor puppets of both sexes trembled like
so many leaves.
"Why have you come to raise a disturbance in my theater?"
asked the showman of Pinocchio, in the gruff voice of a

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hobgoblin suffering from a se-
vere cold in the head.
"Believe me, honored sir,
that it was not my fault! . ."
"That is enough! To-night we
will settle our accounts."
As soon as the play was over
the showman went into the
kitchen where a fine sheep,
Preparing for his supper, was
Turning slowly on the spit in
front of the fire. As there was
not enough wood to finish
roasting and browning it, he called Harlequin and Punch-
inello, and said to them:
"Bring that puppet here: you will find him hanging on a
nail. It seems to me that he is made of very dry wood, and

I am sure that if he was thrown on the fire he would make
a beautiful blaze for the roast."

At first Harlequin and Punchinello hesitated; but, appalled
by a severe glance from their master, they obeyed. In a
short time they returned to the kitchen carrying poor Pinoc-
chio, who was wriggling like an eel taken out of water, and
screaming desperately: "Papa! papa! save me! I will
not die, I will not die! . ."


Pinocchio eats the sugar, but will not take his medi-
cine: when, however, he sees the grave-diggers,
who have arrived to carry him away, he takes
it. He then tells a lie, and as a punishment his
nose grows longer.

left the room the Fairy approached Pinocchio, and having
touched his forehead she perceived that he was in a high
fever that was not to be trifled with.
She therefore dissolved a certain white powder in half a
tumbler of water, and offering it to the puppet she said to
him lovingly:
"Drink it, and in a few days you will be cured."
Pinocchio looked at the tumbler, made a wry face, and then
asked in a plaintive voice:
"Is it sweet or bitter?"
"It is bitter, but it will do you good."

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"If it is bitter, I will not take it."
"Listen to me: drink it."
"I don't like anything bitter."
"Drink it, and when you have drunk it I will give you a
lump of sugar to take away the taste."
"Where is the lump of sugar?"
"Here it is," said the Fairy, taking a piece from a gold
"Give me first the lump of sugar, and then I will drink that
bad bitter water. .. ."
"Do you promise me?"
"Yes. ."
The Fairy gave him the sugar, and Pinocchio, having
crunched it up and swallowed it in a second, said, licking his
"It would be a fine thing if sugar was medicine! . I
would take it every day."
"Now keep your promise and drink these few drops of
water, which will restore you to health."
Pinocchio took the tumbler unwillingly in his hand and put
the point of his nose to it: he then approached it to his lips:
he then again put his nose to it, and at last said:
"It is too bitter! too bitter! I cannot drink it."
"How can you tell that, when you have not even tasted it?"
"I can imagine it! I know it from the smell. I want first
another lump of sugar . and then I will drink it! . ."
The Fairy then, with all the patience of a good mamma,
put another lump of sugar in his mouth, and then again pre-
sented the tumbler to him.

"I cannot drink it so!" said the puppet, making a thousand
"Because that pillow that is down there on my feet bothers
The Fairy removed the pillow.
"It is useless. Even so I cannot drink it .. "
"What is the matter now?"
"The door of the room, which is half open, bothers me."
The Fairy went and closed the door.
"In short," cried Pinocchio, bursting into tears, "I will not
drink that bitter water-no, no, no! . ."
"My boy, you will repent it. .. "
"I don't care. . ."
"Your illness is serious. .. "
"I don't care.. . "
"The fever in a few hours will carry you into the other
world. . ."
"I don't care. .. "
"Are you not afraid of death?"
"I am not in the least afraid! . I would rather die than
drink that bitter medicine."
At that moment the door of the room flew open, and four
rabbits as black as ink entered carrying on their shoulders
a little bier.
"What do you want with me?" cried Pinocchio, sitting up
in bed in a great fright.
"We are come to take you," said the biggest rabbit.

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"To take me? . But I am
not yet dead! . ."
"No, not yet: but you have
only a few minutes to live, as
you have refused the medicine
that would have cured you of
the fever."
"Oh, Fairy, Fairy!" the puppet then began to scream, "give
me the tumbler at once . be quick, for pity's sake, for
I will not die-no . I will not die. .. ."
And taking the tumbler in both hands he emptied it at a
"We must have patience!" said the rabbits; "this time we
have made our journey in vain." And taking the little bier
again on their shoulders they left the room, grumbling and
murmuring between their teeth.
In fact, a few minutes afterward Pinocchio jumped down
from the bed quite well: because you must know that wooden
puppets have the privilege of being seldom ill and of being
cured very quickly.
The Fairy, seeing him running and rushing about the room
as gay and as lively as a young cock, said to him:
"Then my medicine has really done you good?"
"Good, I should think so! It has restored me to life! . ."

you require so much
persuasion to take it?"
"Because you see that
we boys are all like

that! We are more afraid of medicine than of the ill-
"Disgraceful! Boys ought to know that a good remedy taken
in time may save them from a serious illness, and perhaps
even from death. .. ."
"Oh! but another time I shall not require so much persuasion.
I shall remember those black rabbits with the bier on their
shoulders . and then I shall immediately take the tum-
bler in my hand, and down it will go! . ."
"Now come here to me, and tell me how it came about that
you fell into the hands of those assassins."
"It came about that the showman Fire-
eater gave me some gold pieces and .
said to me: 'Go, and take them to your
father!' and instead I met on the road
a Fox and a Cat, two very respectable
persons, who said to me: 'Would you
like those pieces of gold to become a
thousand or two? Come with us and
we will take you to the Field of
miracles,' and I said: 'Let us go.' And
they said: 'Let us stop at the inn of the Red Crawfish,' and
after midnight they left. And when I awoke I found that
they were no longer there, because they had gone away.
Then I began to travel by night, for you cannot imagine how
dark it was; and on that account I met on the road two
assassins in charcoal sacks who said to me: 'Out with your
money,' and I said to them: 'I have none,' because I
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the assassins tried to put his hand in my
mouth, and I bit his hand off and spat it
out, but instead of a hand I spat out a
cat's paw. And the assassins ran after
me, and I ran, and ran, until at last they
caught me, and tied me by the neck to
a tree in this wood, and said to me: 'To-
morrow we shall return here, and then
Syou will be dead with your mouth open,
and we shall be able to carry off the
pieces of gold that you have hidden under
your tongue.'"
"And the four pieces-where have
you put them?" asked the Fairy.
"I have lost them!" said Pinocchio;
but he was telling a lie, for he had
them in his pocket. He had scarcely
told the lie when his nose, which was
already long, grew at once two fingers "f
"And where did you lose them?"
"In the wood near here."
At this second lie his nose went on
"If you have lost them in the wood near here," said the
Fairy, "we will look for them, and we shall find them: be-
cause everything that is lost in that wood is always found."
"Ah! now I remember all about it," replied the puppet,
getting quite confused; "I didn't lose the four gold pieces,

I swallowed them inadver-
tently while I was drinking
your medicine."
At this third lie his nose
grew to such an extraordi-
nary length that poor Pinoc-
S, chio could not move in any
direction. If he turned to
one side he struck his nose
against the bed or the win-
dowpanes; if he turned to
the other he struck it against
the walls or the door; if he
raised his head a little he ran
the risk of sticking it into one
of the Fairy's eyes.
And the Fairy looked at him
and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?"
asked the puppet, very con-
fused and anxious at finding
his nose growing so prodi-
"I am laughing at the lie you
have told."
"And how can you possibly know that I have told a lie?"
"Lies, my dear boy, are found out immediately, because
they are of two sorts. There are lies that have short legs,

and lies that have long noses. Your lie, as it happens, is
one of those that have a long nose."
Pinocchio, not knowing where to hide himself for shame,
tried to run out of the room; but he did not succeed, for his
nose had increased so much that it could no longer pass
through the door.

The showman, Fire-eater, makes Pinocchio a present
of five gold pieces to take home to his father,
Geppetto; but Pinocchio instead allows himself
to be taken in by the Fox and the Cat, and goes
with them.

called Pinocchio on one side and asked him:
"What is your father's name?"

"And what trade does he follow?"
"He is a beggar."
"Does he gain much?"
"Gain much? Why, he has never a penny in his pocket.
Only think, to buy a Spelling-book for me to go to school
he was obliged to sell the only coat he had to wear-a coat
that, between patches and darns, was not fit to be seen."
"Poor devil! I feel almost sorry for him! Here are five
gold pieces. Go at once and take them to him with my
You can easily understand that Pinocchio thanked the show-
man a thousand times. He embraced all the puppets of
the company one by one, even to the gendarmes, and beside
himself with delight set out to return home.
But he had not gone far when he met on the road a Fox
lame of one foot, and a Cat blind of both eyes, who were
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misfortune. The Fox, who was lame, walked leaning on the
Cat, and the Cat, who was blind, was guided by the Fox.
"Good day, Pinocchio," said the Fox, accosting him politely.
"How do you come to know my name?" asked the puppet.
"I know your father well."
"Where did you see him?"
"I saw him yesterday at the door of his house."

"And what was he doing?"
"He was in his shirt sleeves and shivering with cold."
"Poor papa! But that is over; for the future he shall shiver
no more! . ."
"Because I am become a gentleman."
"A gentleman-you!" said the Fox, and he began to laugh
rudely and scornfully. The Cat also began to laugh, but
to conceal it she combed her whiskers with her forepaws.
"There is little to laugh at," cried Pinocchio angrily. "I
am really sorry to make your mouths water, but if you know
anything about it, you can see that these here are five gold

And he pulled out the money that Fire-eater had made him
a present of.
At the sympathetic ring of the money the Fox, with an
involuntary movement, stretched out the paw that had seemed
crippled, and the Cat opened wide two eyes that looked like
two green lanterns. It is true that she shut them again, and
so quickly that Pinocchio observed nothing.

"And now," asked the Fox, "what are you going to do with
all that money?"
"First of all," answered the puppet, "I intend to buy a new
coat for my papa, made of gold and silver, and with diamond
buttons; and then I will buy a Spelling-book for myself."
"For yourself?"
"Yes indeed: for I wish to go to school to study in earnest."
"Look at me!" said the Fox. "Through my foolish passion
for study I have lost a leg."
"Look at me!" said the Cat. "Through my foolish passion
for study I have lost the sight of both my eyes."
At that moment a white Blackbird, that was perched on the
hedge by the road, began his usual song, and said:

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"Pinocchio, don't listen to the advice of bad companions:
if you do you will repent it! . ."
Poor Blackbird! If only he had not spoken! The Cat,
with a great leap, sprang upon him, and without even giving
him time to say Oh! ate him in a mouthful, feathers and
Having eaten him and cleaned her mouth she shut her eyes
again and feigned blindness as before.
"Poor Blackbird!" said Pinocchio to the Cat, "why did you
treat him so badly?"
"I did it to give him a lesson. He will learn another time
not to meddle in other people's conversation."
They had gone almost halfway when the Fox, halting sud-
denly, said to the puppet:
"Would you like to double your money?"
"In what way?"

"Would you like to make out of your five miserable sov-
ereigns, a hundred, a thousand, two thousand?"
"I should think so! but in what way?"
"The way is easy enough. Instead of returning home you
must go with us."
"And where do you wish to take me?"
"To the land of the Owls."
Pinocchio reflected a moment, and then he said resolutely:

"No, I will not go. I am already close to the house, and I
will return home to my papa who is waiting for me. Who
can tell how often the poor old man must have sighed yes-
terday when I did not come back! I have indeed been a bad
son, and the Talking-cricket was right when he said: 'Dis-
obedient boys never come to any good in the world.' I have
found it to my cost, for many misfortunes have happened
to me. Even yesterday in Fire-eater's house I ran the risk.
. . Oh! it makes me shudder only to think of it!"
"Well, then," said the Fox, "you are quite decided to go
home? Go, then, and so much the worse for you."

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"So much the worse for you!" repeated the Cat.
"Think well of it, Pinocchio, for you are giving a kick to
"To fortune!" repeated the Cat.
"Between to-day and to-morrow your five sovereigns would
have become two thousand."
"Two thousand!" repeated the Cat.
"But how is it possible that they could have become so
many?" asked Pinocchio, remaining with his mouth open
from astonishment.
"I will explain it to you at once," said the Fox. "You must
know that in the land of the Owls there is a sacred field
called by everybody the Field of miracles. In this field
you must dig a little hole, and you put into it, we will say,
one gold sovereign. You then cover up the hole with a little
earth: you must water it with two pails of water from the

fountain, then sprinkle it with two pinches of salt, and when
night comes you can go quietly to bed. In the meanwhile,
during the night, the gold piece will grow and flower, and
in the morning when you get up and return to the field, what
do you find? You find a beautiful tree laden with as many
gold sovereigns as a fine ear of corn has grains in the month
of June."
"So that," said Pinocchio, more and more bewildered, "sup-
posing I buried my five sovereigns in that field, how many
should I find there the following morning?"
"That is an exceedingly easy calculation," replied the Fox,
" a calculation that you can make on the ends of your fingers.
Put that every sovereign gives you an increase of five hun-
dred: multiply five hundred by five, and the following morn-
ing will find you with two thousand five hundred shining gold
pieces in your pocket."
"Oh! how delightful!" cried Pinocchio, dancing for joy. "As
soon as ever I have obtained those sovereigns, I will keep
two thousand for myself, and the other five hundred I will
make a present of to you two."
"A present to us?" cried the Fox with indignation and ap-
pearing much offended. "What are you dreaming of?"
"What are you dreaming of?" repeated the Cat.
"We do not work," said the Fox, "for dirty interest: we
work solely to enrich others."
"Others!" repeated the Cat.
"What good people!" thought Pinocchio to himself: and for-
getting there and then his papa, the new coat, the Spelling-

book, and all his good resolutions, he said to the Fox and
the Cat:
"Let us be off at once. I will go with you."


Pinocchio meets again the Fox and
the Cat, and goes with them
to bury his money in the
Field of miracles.

imagine, allowed the puppet to cry and
roar for a good half-hour over his nose,
which could no longer pass through the
door of the room. This she did to give
him a severe lesson, and to correct him
of the disgraceful fault of telling lies-
the most disgraceful fault that a boy can
have. But when she saw him quite dis-

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figured, and his eyes swollen out of his head from weep-
ing, she felt full of compassion for him. She therefore beat
her hands together, and at that signal a thousand large birds
called Woodpeckers flew in at the window. They imme-
diately perched on Pinocchio's nose, and began to peck at
it with such zeal that in a few minutes his enormous and
ridiculous nose was reduced to its usual dimensions.
"What a good Fairy you are," said the puppet, drying his
eyes, "and how much I love you!"
"I love you also," answered the Fairy; "and if you will
remain with me, you shall be my little brother and I will
be your good little sister. .. ."
"I would remain willingly . but my poor papa?"
"I have thought of everything. I have already let your
father know, and he will be here to-night."
"Really?" shouted Pinocchio, jumping for joy. "Then, lit-
tle Fairy, if you consent, I should like to go and meet him.
I am so anxious to give a kiss to
that poor old man, who has suf-
fered so much on my account,
S that I am counting the minutes."
"Go, then, but be careful not to
lose yourself. Take the road
through the wood
and I am sure that
you will meet him."
SPinocchio set out;
and as soon as he
was in the wood he

began to run like a kid. But when he had reached a certain
spot, almost in front of the Big Oak, he stopped, because
he thought that he heard people among the bushes. In
fact, two persons came out on to the road. Can you guess
who they were? . His two traveling companions, the
Fox and the Cat, with whom he had supped at the inn of
the Red Crawfish.
"Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!" cried the Fox, kissing
and embracing him. "How come you to be here?"
"How come you to be here?" repeated the Cat.
"It is a long story," answered the puppet, "which I will tell
you when I have time. But do you know that the other night,

when you left me alone at the inn, I met with assassins on
the road? . ."
"Assassins! . Oh, poor Pinocchio! And what did they
"They wanted to rob me of my gold pieces."
"Villains! . ." said the Fox.
"Infamous villains!" repeated the Cat.
"But I ran away from them," continued the puppet, "and
they followed me: and at last they overtook me and hung
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And Pinocchio pointed to the Big Oak, which was two steps
from them.
"Is it possible to hear of anything more dreadful?" said the
Fox. "In what a world we are condemned to live! Where
can respectable people like us find a safe refuge?"
While they were thus talking Pinocchio observed that the
Cat was lame of her front right leg, for in fact she had lost
her paw with all its claws. He therefore asked her:
"What have you done with your paw?"
The Cat tried to answer but became confused. Therefore
the Fox said immediately:
"My friend is too modest, and that is why she doesn't speak.
I will answer for her. I must tell you that an hour ago
we met an old wolf on the road, almost fainting from want
of food, who asked alms of us. Not having so much as a fish-
bone to give him, what did my friend, who has really the
heart of a Caesar, do? She bit off one of her fore paws, and
threw it to that poor beast that he might appease his
And the Fox, in relating this, dried a tear.
Pinocchio was also touched, and approaching the Cat he
whispered into her ear:
"If all cats resembled you, how fortunate the mice would
"And now, what are you doing here?" asked the Fox of
the puppet.
"I am waiting for my papa, whom I expect to arrive every
"And your gold pieces?"

"I have them in my pocket, all but one that I spent at the
inn of the Red Crawfish."
"And to think that, instead of four pieces, by to-morrow
they might become one or two thousand! Why do you not
listen to my advice? Why will you not go and bury them
in the Field of miracles?"
"To-day it is impossible: I will go another day."
"Another day it will be too late! . ." said the Fox.
"Because the field has been bought
by a gentleman, and after to-mor- I
row no one will be allowed to bury .
money there."
"How far off is the Field of
"Not two miles. Will you come
with us? In half an hour you
will be there. You can bury -
your money at once, and in a
few minutes you will collect two thousand, and this evening
you will return with your pockets full. Will you come
with us?"
Pinocchio thought of the good Fairy, old Geppetto, and
the warnings of the Talking-cricket, and he hesitated a little
before answering. He ended, however, by doing as all boys
do who have not a grain of sense and who have no heart-
he ended by giving his head a little shake, and saying to the
Fox and the Cat:
"Let us go: I will come with you."
And they went.

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After having walked half the day they reached a town that
was called "Trap for blockheads." As soon as Pinocchio
entered this town, he saw that the streets were crowded with
dogs who had lost their coats and who were yawning from
hunger, shorn sheep trembling with cold, cocks without combs
or crests who were begging for a grain of Indian corn, large
butterflies who could no longer fly because they had sold
their beautiful colored wings, peacocks who had no tails
and were ashamed to be seen, and pheasants who went
scratching about in a subdued fashion, mourning for their
brilliant gold and silver feathers gone forever.
In the midst of this crowd of beggars and shamefaced crea-
tures, some lordly carriage passed from time to time con-
taining a Fox, or a thieving Magpie, or some other ravenous
bird of prey.
"And where is the Field of miracles?" asked Pinocchio.
"It is here, not two steps from us."
They crossed the town, and having
gone beyond the walls they came to
a solitary field which to look at re-
sembled all other fields.
"We are arrived," said the Fox to
the puppet. "Now stoop down and
.L y dig with your hands a little hole in
the ground and put your gold pieces
into it."
Pinocchio obeyed. He dug a hole,
put into it the four gold pieces that
he had left, and then filled up the hole with a little earth.
"Now, then," said the Fox, "go to that canal close to us,

Sketch a can of water, and water the
ground where you have sowed them."
Pinocchio went to the canal, and as he
had no can he took off one of his old
shoes, and filling it with water he watered
the ground over the hole.
He then asked:
"Is there anything else to be done?"
"Nothing else," answered the Fox. "We
can now go away. You can return in about
twenty minutes, and you will find a shrub already pushing
through the ground, with its branches quite loaded with
The poor puppet, beside himself
with joy, thanked the Fox and the
Cat a thousand times, and promised
them a beautiful present. -
"We wish for no presents," an-
swered the two rascals. "It is
enough for us to have taught you
the way to enrich yourself without undergoing hard work,
and we are as happy as folk out for a holiday."
Thus saying they took leave of Pinocchio, and, wishing him
a good harvest, went about their business.

Pinocchio falls asleep with his feet on the brazier, and
wakes in the morning to find them burnt off.

ter's night. The thunder was tremendous and the lightning
so vivid that the sky seemed on fire. A bitter blusterous
wind whistled angrily, and raising clouds of dust swept over
the country, causing the trees to creak and groan as it
Pinocchio had a great fear of thunder, but hunger was
stronger than fear. He therefore closed the house door
and made a rush for the village, which he reached in a
hundred bounds, with his tongue hanging out and panting
for breath, like a dog after game.
But he found it all dark and deserted. The shops were
closed, the windows shut, and there was not so much as a
dog in the street. It seemed the land of the dead.
Pinocchio, urged by desperation and hunger, laid hold of
the bell of a house and began to peal it with all his might,
saying to himself:
"That will bring somebody."

The Adventures of
j /, And so it did. A little old man appeared
/ at a window with a nightcap on his head,
and called to him angrily:
"What do you want at such an hour?"
/ 7 ,J "Would you be kind enough to give me a
// little bread?"
"Wait there, I will be back directly," said the little old
man, thinking he had to do with one of those rascally boys
who amuse themselves at night by ringing the house bells
to rouse respectable people who are sleeping quietly.
After half a minute the window was again opened, and the
voice of the same little old man shouted to Pinocchio:
"Come underneath and hold out your hands."
Pinocchio held out his hands; but just then an enormous
basin of water was poured down on him, watering him from
head to foot as if he had been a pot of dried-up geraniums.
He returned home like a wet chicken quite exhausted with
fatigue and hunger; and having no longer strength to stand,
he sat down and rested his damp and
muddy feet on a brazier full of burn-
ing embers. /
And then he fell asleep; and while he /
slept his feet, which were wooden, took
fire, and little by little they burnt away /
and became cinders.
Pinocchio continued to sleep and to
snore as if his feet belonged to some
one else. At last about daybreak he /
awoke because some one was knocking
at the door.