THE LAUGHING LOG GETS A NEW MASTER
Just at this minute there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” said the woodcutter, not yet strong enough to rise. There entered at once a lively old man whose name was Geppetto, but who was often called Polendina by the mischievous little boys of the neighborhood when they wished to make him angry, because the yellow wig he always wore greatly resembled a big yellow corn pudding (in Italy called Polendina).
“Good morning, Master Antonio” he said. “What are you doing there on the floor?”