great that Pinocchio could resist no longer, and
with an air of decision he said:
" I must have patience! I will carry the
can to your house.”
The can was heavy, and the puppet not
being strong enough to carry it in his hand,
had to resign himself to carry it on his head.
When they reached the house the good little
woman made Pinocchio sit down at a small
table already laid, and she placed before him
the bread, the cauliflower, and the bonbon.
Pinocchio did not eat, he devoured. His
stomach was like an apartment that had been
left empty and uninhabited for five months.
When his ravenous hunger was somewhat
appeased he raised his head to thank his bene¬
factress; but he had no sooner looked at her
than he gave a prolonged Oh-h-h! of astonish¬
ment, and continued staring at her, with wide
open eyes, his fork in the air, and his mouth
full of bread and cauliflower, as if he had been
bewitched.
‘What has surprised you so much? ” asked
the good woman, laughing.
“It is... answered the puppet, “it is’...
itis... that you are like... that you remind me
. . . yes, yes, yes, the same voice . . . the same
eyes’. «| the same haw... yes, yes, yer...