Leaving the house he began to run and jump because he was so happy. Suddenly he heard himself called by name, and turning, he saw a big snail crawling out from under the hedge.
"Don't you know me?" asked the snail.
"It seems to me—it seems—
"Don't you remember the Snail that lived with the Beautiful Fairy with the Blue Hair, and how I came downstairs to let you in the time you put your foot through the door?"
"I remember it all,” shouted Pinocchio.
"But tell me, where is my beautiful Fairy now?"
To these words the Snail replied with her usual slowness, "The Beautiful Fairy lies ill in a hospital."
"In a hospital?"
“Yes. Overtaken by a thousand misfortunes, she has fallen ill, and is so poor that she has not enough to buy a mouthful of bread each day."
"Really? Oh, what a shock you have given me! Oh, my poor Fairy, my poor Fairy! If I had a million I would give it all to you, but I have only forty cents. Here it is. I was
