housand colors.
"What is that building?" asked Pinocchio, turning to a little boy who
belonged to the place.
"Read the placard--it is all written--and then you will know."
"I would read it willingly, but it so happens that today I don't know
how to read."
"Bravo, blockhead! Then I will read it to you. The writing on that
placard in those letters red as fire is:
"THE GREAT PUPPET THEATER."
"Has the play begun long?"
"It is beginning now."
"How much does it cost to go in?"
"A dime."
Pinocchio, who was in a fever of curiosity, lost all control of himself,
and without any shame he said to the little boy to whom he was talking:
"Would you lend me a dime until tomorrow?"
"I would lend it to you willingly," said the other, "but it so happens
that today I cannot give it to you."
"I will sell you my jacket for a dime," the puppet then said to him.
"What do you think that I could do with a jacket of flowered paper? If
there were rain and it got wet, it would be impossible to get it off my
back."
"Will you buy my shoes?"
"They would only be of use to light the fire."
"How much will you give me for my cap?"
"That would be a wonderful acquisition indeed! A cap of bread crumb!
There would be a risk of the mice coming to eat it whilst it was on my
head."
Pinocchio was on thorns. He was on the point of making another offer,
but he had not the courage. He hesitated, felt irresolute and
remorseful. At last he said:
"Will you give me a dime for this new spelling-book?"
"I am a boy and I don't buy from boys," replied his little interlocutor,
who had much more sense than he had.
"I will buy the spelling-book for a dime," called out a hawker of old
clothes, who had been listening to the conversation.
And the book was sold there and then. And to think that poor Geppetto
had remained at home trembling with cold in his shirt-sleeves in order
that his son should have a spelling-book.
CHAPTER X
THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTHER PINOCCHIO
When Pinocchio came into the little puppet theater, an incident occurred
that almost produced a revolution.
The curtain had gone up and the play had already begun.
On the stage Harlequin and Punch were as usual quarrelling with each
other and threatening every moment to come to blows.
All at once Harlequin stopped short and, turning to the public, he
pointed with his hand to some one far down in the pit and exclaimed in a
dramatic
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