search of Candlewick. He looked for him in
the streets, in the squares, in the little theatres,
in every possible place; but he could not find
him. He inquired for him of everybody he
met, but no one had seen him.
He then went to seek him at his house; and
having reached the door he knocked.
“Who is there? " asked Candlewick.
" It is I!” answered the punvpet.
" Wait a moment and I will let you in.”
After half an hour the door was opened,
and imagine Pinocchio’s feelings when upon
going into the room he saw his friend Candle¬
wick with a big cotton cap on his head which
came down over his nose.
At the sight of the cap Pinocchio felt almost
consoled, and thought to himself:
“Has my friend got the same illness that
I have? Is he also suffering from donkey
fever? ....
And pretending to have observed nothing
he asked him, smiling:
“How are you, my dear Candlewick? ”
“Very well; as well as a mouse in a Par¬
mesan cheese.”
“Are you saying that seriously? ”
“Why should I tell you a lie?”
. “ Excuse me; but why, then, do you keep
on that cotton cap which covers up your ears? ”