so　hungry！　　Oh；　how　horrible　it　is　to　be　hungry！〃
  Suddenly；　he　saw；　among　the　sweepings　in　a　corner；
  something　round　and　white　that　looked　very　much　like　a
  hen's　egg。　　In　a　jiffy　he　pounced　upon　it。　　It　was　an　egg。
  The　Marionette's　joy　knew　no　bounds。　　It　is　impossible
  to　describe　it；　you　must　picture　it　to　yourself。　　Certain　that
  he　was　dreaming；　he　turned　the　egg　over　and　over　in　his
  hands；　fondled　it；　kissed　it；　and　talked　to　it：
  〃And　now；　how　shall　I　cook　you？　　Shall　I　make　an
  omelet？　　No；　it　is　better　to　fry　you　in　a　pan！
  Or　shall　I　drink　you？　　No；　the　best　way　is　to
  fry　you　in　the　pan。　　You　will　taste　better。〃
  No　sooner　said　than　done。　　He　placed　a　little　pan　over　a
  foot　warmer　full　of　hot　coals。　　In　the　pan；　instead　of　oil　or
  butter；　he　poured　a　little　water。　　As　soon　as　the　water
  started　to　boiltac！he　broke　the　eggshell。　　But　in　place
  of　the　white　and　the　yolk　of　the　egg；　a　little　yellow　Chick；
  fluffy　and　gay　and　smiling；　escaped　from　it。　　Bowing
  politely　to　Pinocchio；　he　said　to　him：
  〃Many；　many　thanks；　indeed；　Mr。　Pinocchio；　for　having
  saved　me　the　trouble　of　breaking　my　shell！　　Good…by
  and　good　luck　to　you　and　remember　me　to　the　family！〃
  With　these　words　he　spread　out　his　wings　and；　darting
  to　the　open　window；　he　flew　away　into　space　till　he　was
  out　of　sight。
  The　poor　Marionette　stood　as　if　turned　to　stone；　with
  wide　eyes；　open　mouth；　and　the　empty　halves　of　the　egg…
  shell　in　his　hands。　　When　he　came　to　himself；　he　began　to
  cry　and　shriek　at　the　top　of　his　lungs；　stamping　his　feet　on
  the　ground　and　wailing　all　the　while：
  〃The　Talking　Cricket　was　right！　　If　I　had　not　run　away
  from　home　and　if　Father　were　here　now；　I　should　not　be
  dying　of　hunger。　　Oh；　how　horrible　it　is　to　be　hungry！〃
  And　as　his　stomach　kept　grumbling　more　than　ever　and
  he　had　nothing　to　quiet　it　with；　he　thought　of　going　out
  for　a　walk　to　the　near…by　village；　in　the　hope　of　finding
  some　charitable　person　who　might　give　him　a　bit　of　bread。
  CHAPTER　6
  Pinocchio　falls　asleep　with　his　feet　on　a　foot　warmer；
  and　awakens　the　next　day　with　his　feet　all　burned　off
  Pinocchio　hated　the　dark　street；　but　he　was　so　hungry
  that；　in　spite　of　it；　he　ran　out　of　the　house。　　The　night　was
  pitch　black。　　It　thundered；　and　bright　flashes　of　lightning
  now　and　again　shot　across　the　sky；　turning　it　into　a　sea　of
  fire。　　An　angry　wind　blew　cold　and　raised　dense　clouds　of
  dust；　while　the　trees　shook　and　moaned　in　a　weird　way。
  Pinocchio　was　greatly　afraid　of　thunder　and　lightning；
  but　the　hunger　he　felt　was　far　greater　than　his　fear。　　In　a
  dozen　leaps　and　bounds；　he　came　to　the　village；　tired　out；
  puffing　like　a　whale；　and　with　tongue　hanging。
  The　whole　village　was　dark　and　deserted。　　The　stores
  were　closed；　the　doors；　the　windows。　　In　the　streets；　not
  even　a　dog　could　be　seen。　　It　seemed　the　Village　of　the
  Dead。
  Pinocchio；　in　desperation；　ran　up　to　a　doorway；　threw
  himself　upon　the　bell；　and　pulled　it　wildly；　saying　to　himself：
  〃Someone　will　surely　answer　that！〃
  He　was　right。　　An　old　man　in　a　nightcap　opened　the
  window　and　looked　out。　　He　called　down　angrily：
  〃What　do　you　want　at　this　hour　of　night？〃
  〃Will　you　be　good　enough　to　give　me　a　bit　of　bread？
  I　am　hungry。〃
  〃Wait　a　minute　and　I'll　come　right　back；〃　answered　the
  old　fellow；　thinking　he　had　to　deal　with　one　of　those　boys
  who　love　to　roam　around　at　night　ringing　people's　bells
  while　they　are　peacefully　asleep。
  After　a　minute　or　two；　the　same　voice　cried：
  〃Get　under　the　window　and　hold　out　your　hat！〃
  Pinocchio　had　no　hat；　but　he　managed　to　get　under　the
  window　just　in　time　to　feel　a　shower　of　ice…cold　water
  pour　down　on　his　poor　wooden　head；　his　shoulders；　and
  over　his　whole　body。
  He　returned　home　as　wet　as　a　rag；　and　tired　out　from
  weariness　and　hunger。
  As　he　no　longer　had　any　strength　left　with　which　to
  stand；　he　sat　down　on　a　little　stool　and　put　his　two　feet　on
  the　stove　to　dry　them。
  There　he　fell　asleep；　and　while　he　slept；　his　wooden
  feet　began　to　burn。　　Slowly；　very　slowly；　they　blackened
  and　turned　to　ashes。
  Pinocchio　snored　away　happily　as　if　his　feet　were　not
  his　own。　　At　dawn　he　opened　his　eyes　just　as　a　loud　knocking
  sounded　at　the　door。
  〃Who　is　it？〃　he　called；　yawning　and　rubbing　his　eyes。
  〃It　is　I；〃　answered　a　voice。
  It　was　the　voice　of　Geppetto。
  CHAPTER　7
  Geppetto　returns　home　and　gives
  his　own　breakfast　to　the　Marionette
  The　poor　Marionette；　who　was　still　half　asleep；　had　not
  yet　found　out　that　his　two　feet　were　burned　and　gone。　　As
  soon　as　he　heard　his　Father's　voice；　he　jumped　up　from　his
  seat　to　open　the　door；　but；　as　he　did　so；　he　staggered　and
  fell　headlong　to　the　floor。
  In　falling；　he　made　as　much　noise　as　a　sack　of　wood
  falling　from　the　fifth　story　of　a　house。
  〃Open　the　door　for　me！〃　Geppetto　shouted　from　the　street。
  〃Father；　dear　Father；　I　can't；〃　answered　the　Marionette
  in　despair；　crying　and　rolling　on　the　floor。
  〃Why　can't　you？〃
  〃Because　someone　has　eaten　my　feet。〃
  〃And　who　has　eaten　them？〃
  〃The　cat；〃　answered　Pinocchio；　seeing　that　little　animal
  busily　playing　with　some　shavings　in　the　corner　of　the　room。
  〃Open！　　I　say；〃　repeated　Geppetto；　〃or　I'll　give　you　a
  sound　whipping　when　I　get　in。〃
  〃Father；　believe　me；　I　can't　stand　up。　　Oh；　dear！
  Oh；　dear！　　I　shall　have　to　walk　on　my　knees　all　my　life。〃
  Geppetto；　thinking　that　all　these　tears　and　cries　were
  only　other　pranks　of　the　Marionette；　climbed　up　the　side
  of　the　house　and　went　in　through　the　window。
  At　first　he　was　very　angry；　but　on　seeing　Pinocchio
  stretched　out　on　the　floor　and　really　without　feet；　he　felt
  very　sad　and　sorrowful。　　Picking　him　up　from　the　floor；　he
  fondled　and　caressed　him；　talking　to　him　while　the　tears
  ran　down　his　cheeks：
  〃My　little　Pinocchio；　my　dear　little　Pinocchio！
  How　did　you　burn　your　feet？〃
  〃I　don't　know；　Father；　but　believe　me；　the　night　has
  been　a　terrible　one　and　I　shall　remember　it　as　long　as　I　live。
  The　thunder　was　so　noisy　and　the　lightning　so　bright
  and　I　was　hungry。　　And　then　the　Talking　Cricket　said　to
  me；　‘You　deserve　it；　you　were　bad；'　and　I　said　to　him；
  ‘Careful；　Cricket；'　and　he　said　to　me；　‘You　are　a　Marionette
  and　you　have　a　wooden　head；'　and　I　threw　the　hammer　at
  him　and　killed　him。　　It　was　his　own　fault；　for　I　didn't　want
  to　kill　him。　　And　I　put　the　pan　on　the　coals；　but　the　Chick
  flew　away　and　said；　‘I'll　see　you　again！　　Remember　me　to
  the　family。'　And　my　hunger　grew；　and　I　went　out；　and　the
  old　man　with　a　nightcap　looked　out　of　the　window　and
  threw　water　on　me；　and　I　came　home　and　put　my　feet　on
  the　stove　to　dry　them　because　I　was　still　hungry；　and　I　fell
  asleep　and　now　my　feet　are　gone　but　my　hunger　isn't！
  Oh！Oh！Oh！〃　And　poor　Pinocchio　began　to　scream
  and　cry　so　loudly　that　he　could　be　heard　for　miles　around。
  Geppetto；　who　had　understood　nothing　of　all　that
  jumbled　talk；　except　that　the　Marionette　was　hungry；　felt　sorry
  for　him；　and　pulling　three　pears　out　of　his　pocket；　offered
  them　to　him；　saying：
  〃These　three　pears　were　for　my　breakfast；　but　I　give
  them　to　you　gladly。　　Eat　them　and　stop　weeping。〃
  〃If　you　want　me　to　eat　them；　please　peel　them　for　me。〃
  〃Peel　them？〃　asked　Geppetto；　very　much　surprised。　　〃I
  should　never　have　thought；　dear　boy　of　mine；　that　you
  were　so　dainty　and　fussy　about　your　food。　　Bad；　very　bad！
  In　this　world；　even　as　children；　we　must　accustom　ourselves
  to　eat　of　everything；　for　we　never　know　what　life　may
  hold　in　store　for　us！〃
  〃You　may　be　right；〃　answered　Pinocchio；　〃but　I　will　not
  eat　the　pears　if　they　are　not　peeled。　　I　don't　like　them。〃
  And　good　old　Geppetto　took　out　a　knife；　peeled　the
  three　pears；　and　put　the　skins　in　a　row　on　the　table。
  Pinocchio　ate　one　pear　in　a　twinkling　and　started　to
  throw　the　core　away；　but　Geppetto　held　his　arm。
  〃Oh；　no；　don't　throw　it　away！　　Everything　in　this　world
  may　be　of　some　use！〃
  〃But　the　core　I　will　not　eat！〃　cried　Pinocchio　in　an　angry　tone。
  〃Who　knows？〃　repeated　Geppetto　calmly。
  And　later　the　three　cores　were　placed　on　the　table　next
  to　the　skins。
  Pinocchio　had　eaten　the　three　pears；　or　rather　devoured　them。
  Then　he　yawned　deeply；　and　wailed：
  〃I'm　still　hungry。〃
  〃But　I　have　no　more　to　give　you。〃
  〃Really；　nothingnothing？〃
  〃I　have　only　these　three　cores　and　these　skins。〃
  〃Very　well；　then；〃　said　Pinocchio；　〃if　there　is　nothing
  else　I'll　eat　them。〃
  At　first　he　made　a　wry　face；　but；　one　after　another；　the
  skins　and　the　cores　disappeared。
  〃Ah！　　Now　I　feel　fine！〃　he　said　after　eating　the　last　one。
  〃You　see；〃　observed　Geppetto；　〃that　I　was　right　when
  I　told　you　that　one　must　not　be　too　fussy　and　too　dainty
  about　food。　　My　dear；　we　never　know　what　life　may　have
  in　store　for　us！〃
  CHAPTER　8
  Geppetto　makes　Pinocchio　a　new　pair　of　feet；
  and　sells　his　coat　to　buy　him　an　A…B…C　book
  The　Marionette；　as　soon　as　his　hunger　was　appeased；
  started　to　grumble　and　cry　that　he　wanted　a　new　pair　of　feet。
  But　Mastro　Geppetto；　in　order　to　punish　him　for　his
  mischief；　let　him　alone　the　whole　morning。　　After　dinner
  he　said　to　him：
  〃Why　should　I　make　your　feet　over　again？　　To　see　you
  run　away　from　home　once　more？〃
  〃I　promise　you；〃　a