reached it his courage failed, and instead of knocking he ran on past for a few yards. He returned a second time to the door, but could not knock. Then he approached it a third time, and dared not rap. The fourth time he took hold of the knocker, and trembling as he did so, let it fall with only a gentle knock. He waited and waited. At last after a half hour a window opened on the top floor-there were four stories to the house and Pinocchio saw a large Snail with a lighted candle balanced on the top of her head. She called to him: "Who is there at this hour?"
"Is the Fairy at Home?" he asked.
"The Fairy is sleeping and must not be awakened. But who are you?"
"It is I."
"Who is I?”
"Pinocchio."
"Who is Pinocchio?"
"The marionette who lives here with the Fairy."
“Oh, I see,” said the Snail. “Wait there, and I will come down immediately."
"Hurry please, for I am perishing of cold."
