“And where has the old wooden Pinocchio hidden himself?”

“There he is,” answered Geppetto, and he pointed to a big puppet leaning against a chair, with its head on one side, its arms dangling, and its legs so crossed and bent that it was really a miracle that it remained standing.

Pinocchio turned and looked at it; and, after he had looked at it for a short time, he said to himself with great complacency: 

“How ridiculous I was when I was a puppet!  And how glad I am that I have become a well-behaved little boy!”