“ T 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, little 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
suffered so much on my account, that I am
counting the minutes.”
" Go, then, but be careful not to lose your¬
self. "Take the road through the wood and I
am sure that you will meet him.”
Pinocchio 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 amongst the
bushes. In fact, two persons came out on to
the road. Can you guess who they were?...
His two travelling companions, the Fox and
the Cat, with whom he had supped at the inn
of the Red Craw-fish.
“Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!” cried
the Fox, kissing and embracing him. " How