The shore was crowded with people crying and pointing out to sea.
"What has happened?" asked Pinocchio of an old woman.
"There is an old man out there, who, having lost his little boy, ventured to go to sea today in a little boat in search for him, and the sea is so rough we are afraid he will sink."
"Where is the little boat?"
"There it is—follow my finger," she said, pointing to a little boat that from where they stood looked like a walnut shell with a tiny doll in it.
Pinocchio, fixed his eyes on it, and suddenly gave a piercing scream:
"It is my father! It is my father!"
Meanwhile, the little boat, tossed around by the waves, now disappeared between the billows, now came to the surface. Pinocchio, standing on the top of a high reef, kept calling his father by name and making every kind of signal with his hands, his arms, his handkerchief and his cap. And although Geppetto was so very far away from the shore he seemed to recognize his boy, for
