“Ah! now I feel comfortable.”

“You see, now,” observed Geppetto, “that I was right when I said to you that it did not do to accustom ourselves to be too particular or too dainty in our tastes.  We can never know, my dear boy, what may happen to us.  There are so many chances!”

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CHAPTER VIII

GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET

No sooner had the puppet satisfied his hunger than he began to cry and to grumble because he wanted a pair of new feet.

But Geppetto, to punish him for his naughtiness, allowed him to cry and to despair for half the day.  He then said to him: 

“Why should I make you new feet?  To enable you, perhaps, to escape again from home?”

“I promise you,” said the puppet, sobbing, “that for the future I will be good.”

“All boys,” replied Geppetto, “when they are bent upon obtaining something, say the same thing.”

“I promise you that I will go to school and that I will study and bring home a good report.”

“All boys, when they are bent on obtaining something, repeat the same story.”

“But I am not like other boys!  I am better than all of them and I always speak the truth.  I promise you, papa, that I will learn a trade and that I will be the consolation and the staff of your old age.”

Geppetto’s eyes filled with tears and his heart was sad at seeing his poor Pinocchio in such a pitiable state.  He did not say another word, but, taking his tools and two small pieces of well-seasoned wood, he set to work with great diligence.

In less than an hour the feet were finished:  two little feet—­swift, well-knit and nervous.  They might have been modelled by an artist of genius.

Geppetto then said to the puppet: 

“Shut your eyes and go to sleep!”

And Pinocchio shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

And whilst he pretended to sleep, Geppetto, with a little glue which he had melted in an egg-shell, fastened his feet in their place, and it was so well done that not even a trace could be seen of where they were joined.

No sooner had the puppet discovered that he had feet than he jumped down from the table on which he was lying and began to spring and to cut a thousand capers about the room, as if he had gone mad with the greatness of his delight.

“To reward you for what you have done for me,” said Pinocchio to his father, “I will go to school at once.”

“Good boy.”

“But to go to school I shall want some clothes.”

Geppetto, who was poor and who had not so much as a penny in his pocket, then made him a little dress of flowered paper, a pair of shoes from the bark of a tree, and a cap of the crumb of bread.

Pinocchio ran immediately to look at himself in a crock of water, and he was so pleased with his appearance that he said, strutting about like a peacock: