Pinocchio

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Title:
Pinocchio
Series Title:
Newbery classics
Uniform Title:
Avventure di Pinocchio
Physical Description:
viii, 258 p., <4> leaves of plates : ill. (some color) ; 22 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
Collodi, Carlo, 1826-1890
Folkard, Charles ( Illustrator )
Murray, M. A ( Mary Alice ) ( Translator )
David McKay Company ( Publisher )
Publisher:
D. McKay
Place of Publication:
Philadelphia
Publication Date:

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Subjects / Keywords:
Puppets -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fairy tales -- 1925   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature -- 1925   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1925
Genre:
Fairy tales   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia

Notes

Statement of Responsibility:
by C. Collodi ; translated from the Italian by M.A. Murray ; illustrated by Charles Folkard.
General Note:
Translation of Avventure di Pinocchio.
General Note:
Color illustration mounted to red cloth binding.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier:
aleph - 002245004
oclc - 09428125
notis - ALJ6002
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Translated from the Italian by
M. A. MURRAY


Illustrated by
CHARLES FOLKARD


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CONTENTS

I Page
How it came to pass that Master Cherry the carpen-
ter found a piece of wood that laughed and cried
like a child .
II
Master Cherry makes a present of the piece of wood
to his friend Geppetto, who takes it to make for
himself a wonderful puppet . .. . 15
III
Geppetto having returned home begins at once to
make a puppet, which he names Pinocchio . 21
IV
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 . . . . 27
V
Pinocchio is hungry and searches for an egg to make
himself an omelet; but just at the most interest-
ing moment the omelet flies out of the window 31
VI
Pinocchio falls asleep with his feet on the brazier,
and wakes in the morning to find them burnt off 35
VII
Geppetto returns home, makes the puppet new feet,
and gives him the breakfast that the poor man
had brought for himself . . . 40








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VIII Page
Geppetto makes Pinocchio new feet, and sells his
own coat to buy him a Spelling-book . . 45
IX
Pinocchio sells his Spelling-book that he may go and
see a puppet-show . . . . 51
X
The puppets recognize their brother Pinocchio, and
receive him with delight . . . 57
XI
Fire-eater sneezes and pardons Pinocchio, who then
saves the life of his friend Harlequin . . 63
XII
The showman, Fire-eater, makes Pinocchio a present
of five gold pieces to take home to his father,
Geppetto 69
XIII
The inn of The Red Craw-fish . . .. 77
XIV
Pinocchio, because he would not heed the good coun-
sels of the Talking-cricket, falls amongst assas-
sins . . . 82
XV
The assassins pursue Pinocchio; and having over-
taken him hang him to a branch of the Big Oak 87
XVI
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 . 91
XVII
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 98







CONTENTS vii

SXVIII Page
Pinocchio meets again the Fox and the Cat, and goes
with them to bury his money in the Field of
miracles .Io5
XIX
Pinocchio is robbed of his money, and as a punish-
ment he is sent to prison for four months .. II2
XX
Liberated from prison, he starts to return to the
Fairy's house; but on the road he meets with a
horrible serpent . . . . .I8
XXI
Pinocchio is taken by a peasant, who obliges him to
fill the place of his watch-dog in the poultry-yard 124
XXII
Pinocchio discovers the robbers, and as a reward for
his fidelity is set at liberty . . .. 129
XXIII
Pinocchio mourns the death of the beautiful Child
with the blue hair. He then meets with a
pigeon who flies with him to the seashore . 135
XXIV
Pinocchio arrives at the island of the "Industrious
Bees," and finds the Fairy again . . 142
XXV
Pinocchio promises the Fairy to be good and studi-
ous, for he is quite sick of being a puppet and
wishes to become an exemplary boy . .151
XXVI
Pinocchio accompanies his schoolfellows to the sea-
shore to see the terrible Dog-fish . . 157
XXVII
Great fight between Pinocchio and his companions.
One of them is wounded, and Pinocchio is ar-
rested by the gendarmes . . .. 163








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XXVIII Page
Pinocchio is in danger of being fried in a frying-pan
like a fish . . . 172
XXIX
He returns to the Fairy's house. She promises him
that the following day he shall cease to be a
puppet and shall become a boy . .. I8o
XXX
Pinocchio, instead of becoming a boy, starts secretly
with his friend Candlewick for the "Land of
Boobies" . .. . 91
XXXI
After five months' residence in the land of Cocagne,
Pinocchio, to his great astonishment, grows a
beautiful pair of donkey's ears . . . 199
XXXII
Pinocchio gets donkey's ears; and then he becomes a
real little donkey and begins to bray . 208
XXXIII
Pinocchio, having become a genuine little donkey, is
taken to be sold, and is bought by the director of
a company of buffoons to be taught to dance,
and to jump through hoops . . . 217
XXXIV
Pinocchio, having been thrown into the sea, is eaten
by the fish and becomes a puppet as he was be-
fore . . . . 228
XXXV
Pinocchio finds in the body of the Dog-fish ..
whom does he find? Read this chapter and you
will know . . . .. 239
XXXVI
Pinocchio at last ceases to be a puppet and becomes
a boy .. .246















LIST OF COLORED ILLUSTRATIONS

To face page

Watering Him From Head To Foot Frontispiece

The Doctors Came Immediately-A Crow, An Owl,
And A Talking-Cricket . . . .. 98

The Pigeon Soared So High That They Almost
Touched The Clouds . . . .. 146

The Donkey Threw The Poor Puppet Into The
Middle Of The Road. . . . 210
























This time Master Cherry was petrified

THE ADVENTURES OF
PINOCCHIO

I
HOW IT CAME TO PASS THAT MASTER CHERRY THE
CARPENTER FOUND A PIECE OF WOOD THAT
LAUGHED AND CRIED LIKE A CHILD

T HERE was once upon a time ...
"A king! my little readers will instantly
exclaim.
No, children, you are wrong. There was once
upon a time a piece of wood.
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12 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
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 An-
tonio. He was, however, called by everybody Master
Cherry, on account of the end of his nose, which was
always as red and polished as a ripe cherry.
No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the piece
of wood than his face beamed with delight; and, rub-
bing 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 ax
with which to remove the bark and the rough surface.
Just, however, 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! "
Picture to yourselves the astonishment of good old
Master Cherry!
He turned his terrified eyes all round the room to
try and 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 bas-
ket of shavings and sawdust nobody; he even
opened the door of the shop and gave a glance into







ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 13
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 imag-
ination. Let us set to work again."
And taking up the ax he struck a tremendous blow
on the piece of wood.
Oh! oh! you have hurt me! cried the same little
voice dolefully.
This time Master Cherry was petrified. His eyes
started out of his head with fright, his mouth re-
mained 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 any one be
hidden inside it? If any one 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
commenced beating it without mercy against the walls
of the room.
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!







14 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
"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 ax aside, he took his plane, to plane and
polish the bit of wood; but whilst he was running it
up and down he heard the same little voice say, laugh-
ing:
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 al-
ways, 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 ACROBAT
AT that moment some one knocked at the door.
Come in," said the carpenter, without hav-
ing 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 neighborhood wished to put him in a passion
they called him by the nickname of Polendina,1 be-
cause 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 him.
"Good day, Master Antonio," said Geppetto;
"what are you doing there on the floor? "
SPolendina. In Italian, pudding of Indian corn.
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I am teaching the alphabet to the ants."
Much good may that do you."
"What has brought you to me, neighbor Gep-
petto?"
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 car-
penter, getting onto his knees.
"This morning an idea came into my head."
"Let us hear it."
"I thought I would make a beautiful wooden pup-
pet; 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 little
voice, and it was impossible to say where it came
from.
Hearing himself called Polendina, Geppetto 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?"
You called me Polendina! . ."
"It was not I!"
"Would you have it, then, that it was I? It was
you, I say!"
"No!"
Yes!"
"No!"







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Yes!"
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


When the fight was over


discovered that the gray wig belonging to the car-
penter 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 carpen-






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ter, 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 some? "
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! .. ."
"Liar!"
"Geppetto, don't insult me or I will call you Po-
lendina! . ."
"Ass!"
"Polendina!"
"Donkey!"
"Polendina!"
"Baboon!"
"Polendina!"
On hearing himself called Polendina for the third








ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO g1

time Geppetto, blind with rage, fell upon the carpen-
ter 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 little 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.


















III
GEPPETTO HAVING RETURNED HOME BEGINS AT
ONCE TO MAKE A PUPPET, TO WHICH HE GIVES
THE NAME OF PINOCCHIO. THE FIRST TRICKS
PLAYED BY THE PUPPET
GEPPETTO lived in a small ground-floor room
that was only lighted 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.
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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 be-
come 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.
"Stop laughing! said Geppetto, provoked; but
he might as well have spoken to the wall.
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 shoul-
ders, the stomach, the arms and the hands.
The hands were scarcely finished when Geppetto
felt his wig snatched from his head. He turned







ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 23
round, and what did he see? He saw his yellow wig
in the puppet's hand.
"Pinocchio! ... Give me back my wig in-
stantly!"
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 completed,
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 received 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 late! "
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 Geppetto 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 overtake him, for that rascal Pinocchio leapt in
front of him like a hare, and knocking his wooden







24 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

feet together against the pavement made as much
clatter as twenty pairs of peasants' clogs.
Stop him! stop him! shouted Geppetto; but the
people in the street, seeing a wooden puppet running
like a racehorse, stood still in astonishment to look at
it, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, until it
beats description.













Geppetto rushed after him

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 cour-
ageously with his legs apart in the middle of the road,
he waited with the determined purpose of stopping
him, and thus preventing the chance of worse dis-
asters.
When Pinocchio, still at some distance, saw the car-
abineer barricading the whole street, he endeavored to
take him by surprise and to pass between his legs.
But he failed signally.







ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 25

The carabineer without disturbing himself in the
least caught him cleverly by the nose- it was an
immense nose of ridiculous 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 succeed 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 lead-
ing him away he said to him, shaking his head threat-
eningly:
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 con-
ducted Geppetto to prison. The poor man, not being
ready with words to defend himself, cried like a calf,







26 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
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 afterwards is a story that really is
past all belief, but I will relate it to you in the follow-
ing chapters.















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
WELL then, children, I must tell you that
whilst poor Geppetto was being taken to
prison for no fault of his, that imp Pinoc-
chio, finding himself free from the clutches of the cara-
bineer, 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 hedges, and ditches full of water, exactly
as a kid or a leveret would have done if pursued by
hunters.
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:
"Cri-cri-cri!"
Who calls me? said Pinocchio in a fright.
"It is I!"
Pinocchio turned round and saw a big cricket crawl-
ing slowly up the wall.







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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 pup-
pet, "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 pa-
rents, 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, because 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
butterflies, 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
every one will make game of you? "
"Hold your tongue, you wicked ill-omened
croaker! shouted Pinocchio.
But the Cricket, who was patient and philosophical,
instead of becoming angry at this impertinence, con-
tinued in the same tone:
"But if you do not wish to go to school why not







ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 29

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. "Amongst all


Snatched up a wooden hammer


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








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composure, "all those who follow that trade end al-
most always either in a hospital or in prison."
"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, be-
cause 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 unfortu-
nately it struck him exactly on the head, so that the
poor Cricket had scarcely breath to cry cri-cri-cri, and
then he remained dried up and flattened against the
wall.


















PINOCCHIO IS HUNGRY AND SEARCHES FOR AN EGG
TO MAKE HIMSELF AN OMELET; BUT JUST AT
THE MOST INTERESTING MOMENT THE OMELET
FLIES OUT OF THE WINDOW
NIGHT was coming on, and Pinocchio, remem-
bering that he had eaten nothing all day,
began to feel a gnawing in his stomach that
very much resembled appetite.
But appetite with boys travels quickly, and in fact
after a few minutes his appetite had become hunger,
and in no time his hunger became ravenous a hun-
ger that was really quite insupportable.
Poor Pinocchio ran quickly to the fire-place where
a saucepan was boiling, and was going to take off the
lid to see what was in it, but the saucepan was only
painted on the wall. You can imagine his feelings.
His nose, which was already long, became longer by
at least three fingers.
He then began to run about the room, searching in
the drawers and in every imaginable place, in hopes
of finding a bit of bread. If it was only a bit of dry
bread, a crust, a bone left by a dog, a little moldy
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pudding of Indian corn, a fish bone, a cherry stone -
in fact anything that he could gnaw. But he could
find nothing, nothing at all, absolutely nothing.
And in the meanwhile his hunger grew and grew;
and poor Pinocchio had no other relief than yawning,
and his yawns were so tremendous that sometimes
his mouth almost reached his ears. And after he had
yawned he spluttered, and felt as if he was going to
faint.
Then he began to cry desperately, and he said:
"The Talking-cricket was right. I did wrong to
rebel against my papa and to run away from home.
... If my papa was here I should not now be dying
of yawning! Oh! what a dreadful illness hunger is! "
Just then he thought he saw something in the dust-
heap something round and white that looked like a
hen's egg. To give a spring and seize hold of it was
the affair of a moment. It was indeed an egg.
Pinocchio's joy beats description; it can only be
imagined. Almost believing it must be a dream he
kept turning the egg over in his hands, feeling it and
kissing it. And as he kissed it he said:
"And now, how shall I cook it? Shall I make an
omelet? . No, it would be better to cook it in a
saucer! ... Or would it not be more savory to fry
it in the frying-pan? Or shall I simply boil it? No,
the quickest way of all is to cook it in a saucer; I am
in such a hurry to eat it! "
Without loss of time he placed an earthenware
saucer on a brazier full of red-hot embers. Into the
saucer instead of oil or butter he poured a little water;








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and when the water began to smoke, tac! . he
broke the egg-shell over it that the contents might
drop in. But instead of the white and the yolk a little


Thus saying it spread its wings


chicken popped out very gay and polite. Making a
beautiful courtesy, it said to him:
"A thousand thanks, Master Pinocchio, for saving
me the trouble of breaking the shell. Adieu until we







34 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
meet again. Keep well, and my best compliments to
all at home! "
Thus saying it spread its wings, darted through the
open window, and flying away was lost to sight.
The poor puppet stood as if he had been bewitched,
with his eyes fixed, his mouth open, and the egg-shell
in his hand. Recovering, however, from his first
stupefaction, he began to cry and scream, and to
stamp his feet on the floor in desperation, and amidst
his sobs he said:
"Ah! indeed the Talking-cricket was right. If I
had not run away from home, and if my papa was
here, I should not now be dying of hunger! Oh!
what a dreadful illness hunger is! . ."
And as his stomach cried out more than ever and
he did not know how to quiet it, he thought he would
leave the house and make an excursion in the neigh-
borhood in hopes of finding some charitable person
who would give him a piece of bread.




















PINOCCHIO FALLS ASLEEP WITH HIS FEET ON THE
BRAZIER, AND WAKES IN THE MORNING TO FIND
THEM BURNT OFF

IT was a wild and stormy winter's night. The
thunder was tremendous and the lightning so
vivid that the sky seemed on fire. A bitter blus-
terous wind whistled angrily, and raising clouds of
dust swept over the country, causing the trees to creak
and groan as it passed.
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:
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- -S







ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 37
That will bring somebody."
And so it did. A little old man appeared at a win-
dow with a nightcap on his head, and called to him
angrily:
What do you want at such an hour? "














Whilst he slept his feet took fire
"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 ras-
cally 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 cap."
Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but just as he held it







38 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
out 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 ex-
hausted 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 burning
embers.
And then he fell asleep; and whilst 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 day-
break he awoke because some one was knocking at
the door.
"Who is there?" he asked, yawning and rubbing
his eyes.
It is I! answered a voice.
And the voice was Geppetto's voice.
















VII


GEPPETTO RETURNS HOME, MAKES THE PUPPET
NEW FEET, AND GIVES HIM THE BREAKFAST
THAT THE POOR MAN HAD BROUGHT FOR HIM-
SELF
POOR Pinocchio, whose eyes were 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! "







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"I cannot stand up, believe me. Oh, poor me!
poor me E I shall have to walk on my knees for the
rest of my life! . ."
Geppetto, believing that all this lamentation was
only another of the puppet's tricks, thought of a means


















"Oh! Poor me! I shall have to walk on my knees
for the rest of my life!"

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 over-
come. He took him in his arms and began to kiss
and caress him and to say a thousand endearing







42 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
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 feet?"
"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 and you de-
serve it,' and I said to 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 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 re-
turned, 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
only understood one thing, which was that the puppet







ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 43
was dying of hunger, drew from his pocket three
pears, and giving them to him said:
"These three pears were intended for my break-
fast; but I will give them to you willingly. Eat them,
and I hope 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 saying 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 that good Geppetto fetched a knife, and arming
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, Pi-
nocchio was about to throw away the core; but Gep-
petto 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 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.







44 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
Having eaten, or rather having devoured the three
pears, Pinocchio 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 joyfully:
"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! . ."













VIII
GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET, AND
SELLS HIS OWN COAT TO BUY HIM A SPELLING-
BOOK
NO sooner had the puppet appeased his hunger
than he began to cry and to grumble because
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, perhaps, 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 and earn a good character."
All boys, when they are bent on obtaining some-
thing, 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.
























































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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 modeled 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 whilst he pretended to sleep, Geppetto, with
a little glue which he had melted in an egg-shell, fas-
tened his feet in their place, and it was so well done
that not even a trace could be seen of where they were
joined.
No sooner had the puppet discovered that he had
feet than he jumped down from the table on which
he was lying, and began to spring and to cut a thou-
sand 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 flowered 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 ap-








48 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
pearance 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 gentle-
man, but rather clean clothes."




















Ran to look at himself in a crock of water
"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 important."
"And what is it?"
"I have no Spelling-book."
"You are right: but what shall we do to get one? "








ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 49
It is quite easy. We have only to go to the book-
seller's and buy it."
"And the money?"
I have got none."
"No more have I," added the good old man very
sadly.
And Pinocchio, although he was a very merry boy,
became sad also; because poverty, when it is real
poverty, is understood by everybody even by boys.
"Well, patience!" exclaimed Geppetto, all at once
rising to his feet, and putting on his old fustian coat,
all patched and darned, he ran out of the house.
He returned shortly, holding in his hand a Spelling-
book for Pinocchio, but the old coat was gone. The
poor man was 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.








C"RANDaqr4D
PVPPT 'MATR

















PINOCCHIO SELLS HIS SPELLING-BOOK THAT HE
MAY GO AND SEE A PUPPET-SHOW
AS soon as it had done snowing 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 beau-
tiful 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 af-
ter to-morrow to cipher. Then with my acquire-
ments 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
buttons. That poor man really deserves it; for to
buy me 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 sacrifices! . ."
Whilst he was saying this with great emotion he
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52 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

thought that he heard music in the distance that
sounded like fifes and the beating 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 took 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, nec-
essary 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 scape-
grace, shrugging 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 middle of a square
quite full of people, who were all crowding round a
building made of wood and canvas, and painted a
thousand colors.
"What is that building?" asked Pinocchio, turn-
ing to a little boy who belonged to the place.
"Read the placard it is all written and then
you will know."
"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:







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"GREAT PUPPET THEATER"
Has the play begun long? "
"It is beginning now."
"How much does it cost to go in? "
Twopence."
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-mor-
row? "
"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 twopence," the pup-
pet 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 whilst it was on my
head."
Pinocchio was on thorns. He was on the point of
making another offer, but he had not the courage.
He hesitated, felt irresolute and remorseful. At last
he said:







54 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
Will you give me twopence for this new Spelling-
bok? "
"I am a boy and I don't buy from boys," replied
























The book was sold there and then

his little interlocutor, who had much more sense than
ne had.
I will buy the Spelling-book for twopence," called
out a hawker of old clothes, who had been listening
to the conversation.







ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 55
And the book was sold there and then. And to
think that poor Geppetto had remained at home trem-
bling with cold in his shirt sleeves, that he might buy
his son a Spelling-book!























































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THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTHER PINOC-
CHIO, AND RECEIVE 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

WHEN Pinocchio came into the little puppet
theater, an incident occurred that almost
produced 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 gesticulated and abused each other so
naturally that they might have been two reasonable
beings, and two persons of the world.
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58 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
All at once Harlequin stopped short, and turning 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, peep-
ing 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 Pinoc-
chio! Long live Pinocchio! . ."
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 brotherly affection that
Pinocchio received from the excited crowd of actors
and actresses of the puppet dramatic company beat
description.
The sight was doubtless a moving one, but the pub-
lic in the pit, finding that the play was stopped, be-
came impatient, and began to shout: "We will have
the play go on with the play! "












































,1'














Carried him in triumph before the footlights
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It was all breath thrown away. The puppets, in-
stead of continuing the recital, redoubled their noise
and outcries, and putting Pinocchio on their shoul-
ders, they carried him in triumph before the foot-
lights.
At that moment out came the showman. He was
very big, and so ugly that the sight of him was enough
to frighten any one. 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 hob-goblin suffering from a severe
cold in the head.
"Believe me, honored sir, that it was not my
fault! . ."
"That is enough! To-night we will settle our ac-
counts."
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







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fire. As there was not enough wood to finish roasting
and browning it, he called Harlequin and Punchinello,
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







62 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
carrying poor Pinocchio, 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! ."





















FIRE-EATER SNEEZES AND PARDONS PINOCCHIO,
WHO THEN SAVES THE LIFE OF HIS FRIEND
HARLEQUIN

T HE showman Fire-eater -for that was his
name- looked, I must say, a terrible man,
especially with his black beard that cov-
ered 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
towards 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."







64 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
For you must know that whilst most men, when
they feel compassion 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 at Pinocchio:
"Have done crying! Your lamentations have
given me a pain in my stomach. ... I feel a spasm,
that almost . Etci! etci!" 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 known."
"Who can say what a sorrow it would be for your
poor old father if I was to have you thrown amongst
those burning coals! Poor old man! I compassion-
ate him! . Etci! etci! etci! and he sneezed again
three times.
Bless you! said Pinocchio.
"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







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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


He sneezed again three times


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,







66 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

threw himself at the showman's feet, and bathing his
long beard with his tears he began to say in a suppli-
cating 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 show-
man began 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 de-
termined that my mutton shall be well roasted."
"In that case," cried Pinocchio, proudly, rising
and throwing away his cap of bread crumb- "in
that case I know my duty. Come on, gendarmes!
Bind me and throw me amongst 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 lambs.
Fire-eater at first remained as hard and unmoved
as ice, but little by little he began to melt and to

















)


Threw himself at the showman's feet







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sneeze. And having sneezed four or five times, he
opened his arms affectionately, 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 Harle-
quin 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 myself 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 chande-
liers as if for a full-dress performance, they began to
leap and to dance merrily. At dawn they were still
dancing.
















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XII

THE SHOWMAN, FIRE-EATER, MAKES PINOCCHIO A
PRESENT OF FIVE GOLD PIECES TO TAKE HOME
TO HIS FATHER, GEPPETTO; BUT PINOCCHIO IN-
STEAD ALLOWS HIMSELF TO BE TAKEN IN BY
THE FOX AND THE CAT, AND GOES WITH THEM

HE following day Fire-eater called Pinocchio
on one side and asked him:
"What is your father's name?"
Geppetto."
"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."







70 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
"Poor devil! I feel almost sorry for him! Here
are five gold pieces. Go at once and take them to
him with my compliments."
You can easily understand that Pinocchio thanked
the showman a thousand times. He embraced all the
puppets of the company one by one, even to the gen-
darmes, 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 going along helping each other like good
companions in 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 sleeeves and shivering with
cold."
"Poor papa! But that is over; for the future he
shall shiver no more! . ."
Why?"
"Because I am become a gentleman."
"A gentleman you! said the Fox, and he began
to laugh rudely and scornfully. The Cat also began







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to laugh, but to conceal it she combed her whiskers
with her forepaws.
"There is little to laugh at," cried Pinocchio an-
grily. "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 pieces."
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 Pinoc-
chio 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:







72 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
Pinocchio, don't listen to the advice of bad com-
panions: 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 mouth-
ful, feathers and all.
Having eaten him and cleaned her mouth she
shut her eyes again and feigned blindness as be-
fore.
"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 an-
other time not to meddle in other people's conversa-
tion."
They had gone almost half-way when the Fox,
halting suddenly, said to the puppet:
"Would you like to double your money? "
"In what way? "
"Would you like to make out of your five miser-
able sovereigns, a hundred, a thousand, two thou-
sand?"
"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



















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waiting for me. Who can tell how often the poor
old man must have sighed yesterday 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."
"So much the worse for you!" repeated the
Cat.
"Think well of it, Pinocchio, for you are giving a
kick to fortune."
"To fortune!" repeated the Cat.
"Between to-day and to-morrow your five sov-
ereigns would have become two thousand."
"Two thousand!" repeated the Cat.
"But how is it possible that they could have be-
come 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 foun-
tain, then sprinkle it with two pinches of salt, and







ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 75

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 be-
wildered, "supposing 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 hundred: multiply five hundred
by five, and the following morning 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 indigna-
tion and appearing much offended. "What are you
dreaming of? "
"What are you dreaming of? repeated the Cat.
"We do not work," said the Fox, "for dirty in-
terest: we work solely to enrich others."
Others! repeated the Cat.
"What good people! thought Pinocchio to him-







76 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
self: and forgetting 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."



















XIII
THE INN OF THE RED CRAW-FISH


7T'HEY walked, and walked, and walked, until
at last, towards evening, they arrived dead
tired at the inn of The Red Craw-fish.
"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.
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 cheese!
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
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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 any-
thing 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 indigestion 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 understand 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 Pinocchio was at the most
interesting moment, that is, just as he was stretching
out his hand to pick handfuls of those beautiful gold







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pieces and to put them in his pocket, he was suddenly
wakened by three violent blows on the door of his
room.
It was the host who had come to tell him that mid-
night had struck.


He dreamt . shrubs covered with clusters of gold sovereigns
"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 educated to dream of offering such an insult to
a gentleman like you."







80 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
"What a pity! It is an insult that would have
given me so much pleasure! said Pinocchio, scratch-
ing his head. He then asked:
"And where did my good friends say they would
wait for me? "
"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 fly-
ing 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 shin-
ing dimly on the trunk of a tree, like a night-light in
a lamp of transparent 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 pup-
pet.
"I want to give you some advice. Go back, and
take the four sovereigns that you have left to your







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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 thou-
sand."
"Don't trust, my boy, to those who promise to
make you rich in a day. Usually they are either mad
or rogues! Give ear to me, and go back."
On the contrary, I am determined to go on."
"The hour is late! . ."
"I am determined to go on."
"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
ever.

















XIV
PINOCCHIO, BECAUSE HE WOULD NOT HEED THE
GOOD COUNSELS OF THE TALKING-CRICKET,
FALLS AMONGST ASSASSINS
S EALLY," said the puppet to 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 hap-
pen 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 pur-
posely by papas to frighten boys who want 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 should
go to meet them and cry: 'Gentlemen assassins,
what do you want with me? Remember that with
me there is no joking. Therefore go about your busi-
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ness and be quiet!' At this speech, said in a deter-
mined 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 char-
coal 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, ow-
ing 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 got none."








84 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
Deliver up your money or you are dead," said
the tallest 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















The puppet made a gesture with his hands to signify:
"I have got none"
in a despairing tone; and as he said it, the sovereigns
clinked in his mouth.
"Ah! you rascal! Then you have hidden your
money under your tongue! Spit it out at once! "
But Pinocchio was obdurate.
"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."
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nis 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. Pinocchio'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 perceived that he had spat a cat's
paw on the ground.
Encouraged by this first victory he used his nails
to such purpose that he succeeded in liberating him-
self from his assailants, and jumping the hedge by the
roadside he began to fly across country. The assas-
sins 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 half-
way 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: col-
lecting 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







86 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
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 giv-
ing in.
The day began to break and they were still pursu-
ing 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 hav-
ing 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, gentleman assassins."
And he felt convinced that they were drowned,
when, turning to look, he perceived that on the con-
trary they were both running after him, still envel-
oped in their sacks, with the water dripping from them
as if they had been two hollow baskets.












XV


THE ASSASSINS PURSUE PINOCCHIO; AND HAVING
OVERTAKEN HIM HANG HIM TO A BRANCH OF
THE BIG OAK
AT this sight the puppet's 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 amidst 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 himself, "perhaps I should be saved."
And without delaying an instant, he recommended
running for his life through the wood, and the assas-
sins after him.
At last, after a desperate race of nearly two hours,
he arrived 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.
Seeing that knocking was useless, he began in des-
peration 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
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her hands were crossed on her breast. Without mov-
ing 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.


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"If I could only reach that house," he said.


I am dead also."
Dead? then what are you doing there at the win-
dow?"
"I am waiting for the bier to come to carry me
away."
Having said this, she immediately disappeared, and
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Oh! beautiful Child with blue hair," cried Pinoc-
chio, open the door for pity's sake! Have compas-
sion on a poor boy pursued by assas . ."
But he could not finish the word, for he felt him-
self 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 thou-
sand pieces, and the assassins were left with the
handles in their hands staring at each other.
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 pup-







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pet'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 bantering 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 be-
gan to blow and roar angrily, and it beat the poor
puppet as he hung from side to side, making him
swing violently like the clatter of a bell ringing for a
wedding. And the swinging give 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, ab-
solutely no one, then he remembered his poor father,
and thinking he was dying . he stammered 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 in-
sensible.
















XVI


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
WHILST poor Pinocchio, suspended 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 flying 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 beautiful 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 Oak?"
I see him."




















































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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, giv-
ing 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 shoul-
ders, he had a chocolate-colored waistcoat with dia-
mond 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 the weather was rainy.
"Be quick, Medoro, like a good dog!" said the
Fairy to the Poodle. Have the most beautiful car-
riage in my coach-house put to, and take the road to
the wood. When you come to the Big Oak you will







94 ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO
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 racehorse.
Shortly afterwards a beautiful little carriage came
out of the coach-house. The cushions were stuffed
with canary feathers, and it was lined in the inside
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 car-
riage returned. 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 wains-
coted with mother-of-pearl, and sent at once to
summon the most famous doctors in the neighbor-
hood.
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, turning to the three doctors who were as-
sembled round Pinocchio'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 Pinoc-
chio's pulse; he then felt his nose, and then the little








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toe of his foot: and having done this carefully, he pro-
nounced solemnly the following words:
"To my belief the puppet is already quite dead;
but if unfortunately 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 con-
tradict the Crow, my illustrious friend and colleague;
but in my opinion the puppet is still alive: but if un-
fortunately 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 im-
movable, like a real piece of wood, was seized with a
fit of convulsive trembling 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 vaga-
bond... ."
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 cry-
ing was heard in the room. Imagine everybody's







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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."



















XVII
PINOCCHIO EATS THE SUGAR, BUT WILL NOT TAKE
HIS MEDICINE: 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
AS soon as the three doctors had 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."
"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? "
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