had to put it on his head. When they arrived at the house the good little woman made Pinocchio sit down at a little table, and gave him all that she had promised. Pinocchio did not eat. He gorged. He was so hungry that one would think he had not eaten for a week.
At last when his hunger was somewhat satisfied, he raised his head to thank his benefactress. Hardly had he looked at her when he uttered a long "Oh-h-h-h!" of surprise, and stared as if bewitched, with his eyes opened wide, his fork in the air, and his mouth full of bread and cauliflower.
"What is the matter?" the good woman asked laughing, "Why do you seem so surprised?"
"What!" replied Pinocchio stuttering in his excitement, "What!—how you resemble —yes! yes! yes!—with the blue hair too, just like her! Oh, my little Fairy, tell me that it is you! Do not let me cry any more! Oh, if you only knew how much I have cried—how much I have suffered!"
And at this he burst into a flood of tears and throwing himself on the floor at her feet, clung to the knees of the mysterious lady.
