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 medicine that would have cured you of the fever.'

'Oh, Fairy, Fairy!' the puppet then began to scream, 'give me the tumbler at once. . . be quick, for pity's sake, for I will not die—no. . . I will not die. . . .'

And taking the tumbler in both hands he emptied it at a draught.

'We must have patience!' said the rabbits; 'this time we have made our journey in vain.' And taking the little bier again on their shoulders they left the room, grumbling and murmuring between their teeth.

In fact, a few minutes afterwards Pinocchio jumped down from the bed quite well: because you must know that wooden puppets have the privilege of being seldom ill and of being cured very quickly.

The Fairy, seeing him running and rushing about the room as gay and as lively as a young cock, said to him:

'Then my medicine has really done you good?'

'Good, I should think so! It has restored me to life! . . .'

'Then why on earth did you require so much persuasion to take it?'

'Because you see that we boys are all like that! We are more afraid of medicine than of the illness.'

'Disgraceful! Boys ought to know that