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 “Yes. Wounded by so many misfortunes, she is very sick and so poor that she eats only a mouthful of bread each day.”

“Truly? Oh, what a blow you have given me! Oh, my poor Fairy, my poor Fairy! If I had a million, I would give it all to you, but I have only forty cents, which I was going to use to buy some clothes. Take my money, Snail, and carry it quickly to the good Fairy.”

“And what about your clothes?”

“What does that matter? I would sell these rags in order to help her. Go, Snail, and in two days come back, and I will have some more money for her.”

The Snail began to get excited and ran as if a bird were after him.

When Pinocchio returned home his papa asked him, “Where are your new clothes?”

“I heard from the Snail that my good Fairy was ill in the hospital and so poor that she had no food, so I sent her the forty cents.”

That night, instead of going to bed, Pinocchio worked until midnight. Afterward he went to bed and slept. And while he slept he thought he saw the good Fairy, all beautiful and happy and smiling, who, after giving him a kiss, said: “Good Pinocchio! For your good heart I pardon all your