"Then bring me something to eat, won't you? I am very hungry."
"Immediately," said the Snail.
And after three hours Pinocchio saw her coming with a silver tray on her head. The tray contained some bread, a piece of chicken and four ripe apricots.
"Here is your breakfast, sent to you by the Fairy," she said.
At sight of such good food Pinocchio was consoled for his sufferings. But his eyes had deceived him, for when he took the bread he found that it was plaster, the chicken was made of cardboard, and the four apricots were only painted china. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, and in his despair he tried to throw away the silver tray, but he was so weak that he fainted from exhaus- tion. When he came to he found himself on a sofa, and his good Fairy was beside him.
"Yes, I will forgive you this time, but woe to you if you ever do it again," she said. Pinocchio promised that in the future he would be as good as gold, and he kept his promise all the rest of the year. Indeed at the examinations he took the highest honors
