seemed to be in a big field filled with arbors, and each was overgrown with vines covered with large clusters of fruit. Instead of grapes, however, they were all gold pieces that made a tinkling noise when the wind blew-zin-zin-zin-zin. It seemed just as if they said, "Here we are. Let who will come and take us."
Just as Pinocchio was reaching out his hand to pick them he heard a loud knocking at the door of his room. It was the landlord who came to tell him that the clock had struck midnight.
"And are my companions ready?" asked the marionette.
"Ready? Better than that. They left two hours ago."
"Why were they in such a hurry?"
"The cat received word that her eldest kitten was sick from chilblains on the paws, and was in great danger."
"Did they pay for the supper?"
"What kind of people do you think they are? They are too highly educated to insult such a gentleman as you."
"Oh yes. That affront would have displeased me very much," said Pinocchio
