“It is late, and I want to go to bed; we
 will settle our accounts to-morrow. In the
 meanwhile, as the dog who kept guard at night
 died to-day, you shall take his place at once.
 You shall be my watch-dog.”
 
And taking a great collar covered with
 brass knobs he strapped it tightly round his
 throat that he might not be able to draw his
 head out of it. A heavy chain attached to the
 collar was fastened to the wall.
 
" If it should rain to-night,” he then said to
 him, “ you can go and lie down in the kennel;
 the straw that has served as a bed for my poor
 dog for the last four years is still there. If
 unfortunately robbers should come, remember
 to keep your ears pricked and to bark.”
 
After giving him this last injunction the
 man went into the house, shut the door, and
 put up the chain.
 
Poor Pinocchio remained lying on the
 ground more dead than alive from the effects
 of cold, hunger, and fear. From time to time
 he put his hands angrily to the collar that tight¬
 ened his throat and said, crying:
 
“It serves me right!... Decidedly it serves
 me right! I was determined to be a vagabond
 and a good-for-nothing. . . . I would listen to
 bad companions, and that is why I always meet
 with misfortunes. If I had been a good little