As Pinocchio was swimming as fast as he
could toward the shore, he noticed that his
father, who clung to his shoulders, shivered
as if he had ague. Was he trembling from
cold or fear? Perhaps a little of both. But
Pinocchio, thinking that it was fear, said to
him, in a comforting tone, "Courage, father!
In a few moments we shall arrive on shore
safe and sound."
"But where is the shore?" asked the old man, becoming more and more uneasy, and straining his eyes to see it, just as tailors do when they thread a needle. "Here we have been swimming all night, and still I see only sky and sea."