"And why are you covered with white?" asked the old man suddenly.
"I will tell you, if you must know, but it is a long story and I am in a hurry," replied the puppet who was ashamed to tell the real reason for his appearance. "Perhaps you could lend me some clothes to wear home."
"Well, my boy, you cannot go like that. I have only a little sack to offer but you are very welcome to it."
Without further ado Pinocchio made a little bundle of his own clothing, cut a hole in the bottom of the little sack and one at each side, and put it over his head like a shirt. With this light clothing he set off along the road home, saying to himself as he walked along, "How shall I present myself to my good Fairy? What will she say when she sees me? Will she forgive me a second time? On, no, she will not pardon me I am sure, because I have been a scamp and have not kept my promise."
When he reached town it was night, and very dark. Rain was falling in torrents and he went directly to the house of the Fairy, resolved to knock at the door. But when he
