Arriving at the house he found the street door ajar. He pushed it open, entered the room and bolted the door. Then he threw himself down on the floor and heaved a great sigh of relief. But his satisfaction did not last very long, for soon he heard some one in the room cry out, "Cri-cri-cri."
"Who is speaking to me?" asked Pinocchio in a fright.
"It is I."
Pinocchio turned around, and saw a large cricket crawling up the wall.
"Tell me, Cricket, who are you?" he asked.
"I am the Talking Cricket, and I have lived in this room for more than a hundred years."
"Well this room is mine now," said the marionette, "and if you want to oblige me you will go away immediately without even turning around once."
"I will not go away," said the Cricket "without telling you a great truth."
"Tell it to me then and be quick about it."
"Woe to boys who rebel against their parents and who run away from their homes whenever the fancy strikes them. They will
