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Geppetto returns home, makes the puppet new feet, and gives him the breakfast that the poor man had brought for himself.
P OOR 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!"
"Oh! Poor me! I shall have to walk on my knees for the rest of my life!"
"I cannot stand up, believe me. Oh, poor me! poor me! I shall have to walk on my
knees for the rest of my
"Oh! Poor me! 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 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 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 deserve it,' and I
said to him: 'Take care,
Geppetto, who from all this jumbled account had only understood one thing, which was that the puppet was dying of hunger, drew from his pocket three pears, and giving them to him said:
"These three pears were intended for my breakfast; 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
"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, 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 not eat," shouted the puppet, turning upon him like a viper.
"Who knows! there are so many
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.
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 in our tastes.
We can never know, my dear boy, what may happen to us. There are so many