Page:Collodi - The Story of a Puppet, translation Murray, 1892.djvu/182

 Pinocchio, looking enchanted. Then with a resolute air he added in a great hurry:

'This time really good-bye, and a pleasant journey to you.'

'Good-bye.'

'When do you start?'

'Shortly.'

'What a pity! If really it wanted only an hour to the time of your start, I should be almost tempted to wait.'

'And the Fairy?'

'It is already late. . . . If I return home an hour sooner or an hour later it will be all the same.'

'Poor Pinocchio! And if the Fairy scolds you?'

'I must have patience! I will let her scold. When she has scolded well she will hold her tongue.'

In the meantime night had come on and it was quite dark. Suddenly they saw in the distance a small light moving. . . and they heard a noise of talking, and the sound of a trumpet, but so small and feeble that it resembled the hum of a mosquito.

'Here it is!' shouted Candlewick, jumping to his feet.

'What is it?' asked Pinocchio in a whisper.

'It is the coach coming to take me. Now will you come, yes or no?'

'But is it really true,' asked the puppet,