Pinocchio: The Tale of a Puppet

med Master Antonio. Everybody, however, called him Master Cherry, on account

d than his face beamed with delight, and, rubbing his ha

ht moment; it will just do to

rough surface, but just as he was going to give the first stroke he

w nobody! He looked under the bench-nobody; he looked into a cupboard that was always shut-nobody; he looked into a basket of shavin

ching his wig, "evidently that little voice wa

he struck a tremendous b

me!" cried the same l

ained open, and his tongue hung out almost to the end of his chin, like a mask on a fountain. As s

t like a child? I cannot believe it. This piece of wood is nothing but a log for fuel like all the others, and thrown on the fire it would about suffice

f wood and commenced beating it witho

tle voice lamenting. He waited two minutes-nothing

nd pushing up his wig; "evidently the little voice that said

polish the bit of wood; but whilst he was running it up

re tickling

ad been struck by lightning. When he at last open

nose, instead of being crimson, as it was