do. He could only stammer a few confused sounds, for words would not come. Then with a cry of joy he ran to the old man, threw his arms around him, and shouted; "Oh, my dear father! I have found you at last! Now I will never, never, leave you again!"
"Do my eyes tell me the truth?" asked the old man rubbing them, “Do I really see my dear Pinocchio?"
"Yes, yes, I really am Pinocchio. And you have already forgiven me, haven't you, father? How good you are! And to think that I-Oh, but if you only knew how many things have happened to me since the day you sold your coat for my A B C book!" and hurriedly Pinocchio gave him a wild and jumbled account of his adventures from that moment up to the time when he had seen Geppetto far out at sea in a little boat.
“I recognized you," he said, “because my heart told me that you were there, and I made signs for you to come back to shore."
"I recognized you, too," said Geppetto, "and I wanted to go back, but how could I? The sea was so rough and my boat was so
