As he walked his feet splashed in a pool of greasy and slippery water, which had such a heavy smell of fish fried in oil that Pinocchio thought it was Lent.

The farther on he went, the brighter and clearer grew the tiny light.  On and on he walked till finally he found—­I give you a thousand guesses, my dear children!  He found a little table set for dinner and lighted by a candle stuck in a glass bottle; and near the table sat a little old man, white as the snow, eating live fish.  They wriggled so that, now and again, one of them slipped out of the old man’s mouth and escaped into the darkness under the table.

At this sight, the poor Marionette was filled with such great and sudden happiness that he almost dropped in a faint.  He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to say a thousand and one things, but all he could do was to stand still, stuttering and stammering brokenly.  At last, with a great effort, he was able to let out a scream of joy and, opening wide his arms he threw them around the old man’s neck.

“Oh, Father, dear Father!  Have I found you at last?  Now I shall never, never leave you again!”

“Are my eyes really telling me the truth?” answered the old man, rubbing his eyes.  “Are you really my own dear Pinocchio?”

“Yes, yes, yes!  It is I!  Look at me!  And you have forgiven me, haven’t you?  Oh, my dear Father, how good you are!  And to think that I—­Oh, but if you only knew how many misfortunes have fallen on my head and how many troubles I have had!  Just think that on the day you sold your old coat to buy me my A-B-C book so that I could go to school, I ran away to the Marionette Theater and the proprietor caught me and wanted to burn me to cook his roast lamb!  He was the one who gave me the five gold pieces for you, but I met the Fox and the Cat, who took me to the Inn of the Red Lobster.  There they ate like wolves and I left the Inn alone and I met the Assassins in the wood.  I ran and they ran after me, always after me, till they hanged me to the branch of a giant oak tree.  Then the Fairy of the Azure Hair sent the coach to rescue me and the doctors, after looking at me, said, ‘If he is not dead, then he is surely alive,’ and then I told a lie and my nose began to grow.  It grew and it grew, till I couldn’t get it through the door of the room.  And then I went with the Fox and the Cat to the Field of Wonders to bury the gold pieces.  The Parrot laughed at me and, instead of two thousand gold pieces, I found none.  When the Judge heard I had been robbed, he sent me to jail to make the thieves happy; and when I came away I saw a fine bunch of grapes hanging on a vine.  The trap caught me and the Farmer put a collar on me and made me a watchdog.  He found out I was innocent when I caught the Weasels and he let me go.  The Serpent with the tail that smoked started to laugh and a vein in his chest broke and so I went back to the Fairy’s house.  She was dead, and the