Page:Collodi - The Story of a Puppet, translation Murray, 1892.djvu/91

 'I don't care. . . .'

'Are you not afraid of death?'

'I am not in the least afraid! . . . I would rather die than drink that bitter medicine.'

At that moment the door of the room flew open, and four rabbits as black as ink entered carrying on their shoulders a little bier.



'What do you want with me?' cried Pinocchio, sitting up in bed in a great fright.

'We are come to take you,' said the biggest rabbit.

'To take me? . . . But I am not yet dead! . . .'

'No, not yet: but you have only a few minutes to live, as you have refused the