“You knew my father?” exclaimed the marionette.

   “Certainly I knew him!  I was a servant in his house before you were
   born.”

“In my house as a servant?  When has father Geppetto had servants?” asked the marionette, his eyes wide with surprise.

   “But who said Geppetto?  Geppetto is not your father’s name.”

   “Oh, indeed!  Well, then, what is his name?”

   “Your father’s name is not Geppetto, but Collodi.  A wonderful man,
   my boy.”

Pinocchio understood less and less.  It was strange, he thought, to have come to Africa to learn the story of his family.  He listened with astonishment to all that the innkeeper said.

“Remember, however, that even if you are not really the son of the good Geppetto, it does not follow that you should forget the care he has given you.  What gratitude have you shown him?  You ran away from home without even telling him.  Who knows how unhappy the poor old man may be!  You never will understand what suffering you cause your parents.  Such blockheads as you are not fit to have parents.  They work from morning till night so that you may want for nothing, and may grow up to be good and wise men, useful to yourselves, to your family, and to your country.  What do you do?  Nothing!  You are worthless!”

Pinocchio listened very thoughtfully.  He had never expected that in Africa he was to hear so many disagreeable truths, and he was on the verge of weeping.

“For your father’s sake you have been let off easily.  From now on you may regard this as your home.  I am not very rich, and I need a boy to help me.  You will do.  You may as well begin to work at once.”  And he handed the marionette a large broom.

Pinocchio was vexed at this, but the thought of the black policemen and the unsettled bill cooled his anger, and he swept as well as he knew how.  “From a gentleman to a sweeper!  What fine progress I have made!” he thought, as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

“If my father were to see me now, or my good Fairy, or my companions at school!  What a fine picture I should make!” And he continued to sweep and dust.

16.  Pinocchio Sells Drinking Water

The time passed quickly.  At the dinner hour Pinocchio had a great appetite and ate with much enjoyment.  The master praised him highly for the tidy appearance of the store and urged him to keep up his good work.

“At the end of twenty years,” he said, “You will have put aside enough to return home, and a little extra money to spend on poor old Geppetto.  Now that you have eaten, take this leather bag and fill it with water, which you are to sell about the city.  When you return we shall know how much you have made.”

The bag was soon strapped on his shoulders and the marionette was shown the door.  “Remember,” said his master, “a cent a glass!”

Pinocchio set out down the narrow street.  He walked on, little caring where he went.  His wooden brains were far away.  He was grieved.  Had the master known just how the marionette felt he would have run after him and at least regained his leather bag.