. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . o are sleeping quietly. After half a minute the window was again opened,and the voice of the same little old man shouted toPinocchio: THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 29 uCome underneath and hold out your cap. Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but just as he heldit out an enormous basin of water was poured downon him, watering him from head to foot as if he hadbeen a pot of dried-up geraniums. He returned home like a wet chicken quiteexhausted with fatigue and hunger ; and having nolonger strength to stand, he sat down and rested hisdamp and muddy feet on a brazier
. Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet . o are sleeping quietly. After half a minute the window was again opened,and the voice of the same little old man shouted toPinocchio: THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 29 uCome underneath and hold out your cap. Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but just as he heldit out an enormous basin of water was poured downon him, watering him from head to foot as if he hadbeen a pot of dried-up geraniums. He returned home like a wet chicken quiteexhausted with fatigue and hunger ; and having nolonger strength to stand, he sat down and rested hisdamp and muddy feet on a brazier full of burningembers. And then he fell asleep; and whilst he slept hisfeet, which were wooden, took fire, and little bylittle they burnt away and became cinders. Pinocchio continued to sleep and to snore as ifhis feet belonged to some one else. At last aboutdaybreak he awoke because some one was knockingat the door. Who is there ? he asked, yawning and rubbinghis eyes. u It is I! answered a voice. And the voice was Geppettos
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