"Poor man. I am sorry for him. Here are five gold pieces. Go at once and take them to him with my compliments."
Pinocchio, you may be certain, thanked the showman a thousand times. He hugged the marionettes one after another, and then, nearly wild with joy, started home. But he had not gone half a mile when he met a fox with a lame paw, and a cat blind in both eyes. The fox, who limped, leaned on the cat, and the blind cat was guided by the fox.
"Good morning, Pinocchio," said the fox accosting him politely.
"How do you know my name?" asked the marionette.
"I know your father very well."
"When did you see him last?"
"I saw him yesterday at the door of his house."
"What was he doing?"
"He was in his shirt sleeves and shivering with cold."
"Poor father! That's over now. In the future he will not ever need to shiver."
“Why?”
“Because I have become rich."
