began to cry like a baby, and plunged into the water to hide his tears.
By this time the sun had risen. Pinocchio, offering his arm to his father who was almost exhausted, said, “Lean on my arm, dear father, and let us go on. We will walk as slowly as ants, and when we are tired we can rest by the roadside."
"And where shall we go?" asked Geppetto.
"In search of a house where we can get a bite to eat and some straw to lie down upon."
But they had not gone a hundred feet when they saw by the roadside two evil looking individuals begging. It was the fox and the cat, but one could hardly have recognized them. Just think! The cat had pretended to be blind so long that she really had become so; and the fox was old and mangy, half paralyzed, and had lost his tail.
"Oh Pinocchio," cried the fox, "give a little charity to two old people."
"Two old people," repeated the cat.
"Get away, you imposters,” replied Pinocchio, "you deceived me once, and now you are paying for it. You'll not fool me again."
