“Really?  Oh, how sorry I am!  My poor, dear little Fairy!  If I had a million I should run to her with it!  But I have only fifty pennies.  Here they are.  I was just going to buy some clothes.  Here, take them, little Snail, and give them to my good Fairy.”

“What about the new clothes?”

“What does that matter?  I should like to sell these rags I have on to help her more.  Go, and hurry.  Come back here within a couple of days and I hope to have more money for you!  Until today I have worked for my father.  Now I shall have to work for my mother also.  Good-by, and I hope to see you soon.”

The Snail, much against her usual habit, began to run like a lizard under a summer sun.

When Pinocchio returned home, his father asked him: 

“And where is the new suit?”

“I couldn’t find one to fit me.  I shall have to look again some other day.”

That night, Pinocchio, instead of going to bed at ten o’clock waited until midnight, and instead of making eight baskets, he made sixteen.

After that he went to bed and fell asleep.  As he slept, he dreamed of his Fairy, beautiful, smiling, and happy, who kissed him and said to him, “Bravo, Pinocchio!  In reward for your kind heart, I forgive you for all your old mischief.  Boys who love and take good care of their parents when they are old and sick, deserve praise even though they may not be held up as models of obedience and good behavior.  Keep on doing so well, and you will be happy.”

At that very moment, Pinocchio awoke and opened wide his eyes.

What was his surprise and his joy when, on looking himself over, he saw that he was no longer a Marionette, but that he had become a real live boy!  He looked all about him and instead of the usual walls of straw, he found himself in a beautifully furnished little room, the prettiest he had ever seen.  In a twinkling, he jumped down from his bed to look on the chair standing near.  There, he found a new suit, a new hat, and a pair of shoes.

As soon as he was dressed, he put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a little leather purse on which were written the following words: 

     The Fairy with Azure Hair returns
     fifty pennies to her dear Pinocchio
     with many thanks for his kind heart.

The Marionette opened the purse to find the money, and behold—­there were fifty gold coins!

Pinocchio ran to the mirror.  He hardly recognized himself.  The bright face of a tall boy looked at him with wide-awake blue eyes, dark brown hair and happy, smiling lips.

Surrounded by so much splendor, the Marionette hardly knew what he was doing.  He rubbed his eyes two or three times, wondering if he were still asleep or awake and decided he must be awake.

“And where is Father?” he cried suddenly.  He ran into the next room, and there stood Geppetto, grown years younger overnight, spick and span in his new clothes and gay as a lark in the morning.  He was once more Mastro Geppetto, the wood carver, hard at work on a lovely picture frame, decorating it with flowers and leaves, and heads of animals.