. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . ods of the firmament! do I dream, or am Iawake? But surely that is Pinocchio ! ... 44It is indeed Pinocchio! cried Punchinello. It is indeed himself 1 screamed Miss Rose,peeping from behind the scenes. It is Pinocchio! it is Pinocchio! shouted allthe puppets in chorus, leaping from all sides on tothe stage. It is Pinocchio! It is our brotherPinocchio! Long live Pinocchio! . . Pinocchio, come up here to me, cried Harlequin, and throw yourself into the arms of your woodenbrothers! At this affectionate invitation Pinocchio madea leap from the end of the pit in
. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . ods of the firmament! do I dream, or am Iawake? But surely that is Pinocchio ! ... 44It is indeed Pinocchio! cried Punchinello. It is indeed himself 1 screamed Miss Rose,peeping from behind the scenes. It is Pinocchio! it is Pinocchio! shouted allthe puppets in chorus, leaping from all sides on tothe stage. It is Pinocchio! It is our brotherPinocchio! Long live Pinocchio! . . Pinocchio, come up here to me, cried Harlequin, and throw yourself into the arms of your woodenbrothers! At this affectionate invitation Pinocchio madea leap from the end of the pit into the reservedseats; another leap landed him on the head ofthe leader of the orchestra, and he then sprangupon the stage. The embraces, the hugs, the friendly pinches,and the demonstrations of warm brotherly affectionthat Pinocchio received from the excited crowd ofactors and actresses of the puppet dramatic companybeat description. The sight was doubtless a moving one, but thepublic in the pit, finding that the play was stopped,. Carried him in triumph before the footlights. 52 THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO became impatient, and began to shout: We willhave the play—go on with the play! It was all breath thrown away. The puppets,instead of continuing the recital, redoubled theirnoise and outcries, and putting Pinocchio on theirshoulders they carried him in triumph before thefootlights. At that moment out came the showman. Hewas very big, and so ugly that the sight of himwas enough to frighten anyone. His beard was asblack as ink, and so long that it reached from hischin to the ground. I need only say that he trodupon it when he walked. His mouth was as bigas an oven, and his eyes were like two lanternsof red glass with lights burning inside them. Hecarried a large whip made of snakes and foxes tailstwisted together, which he cracked constantly. At his unexpected appearance there was aprofound silence: no one dared to breathe. A flymight have been heard in the stillness. The po
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