“But how do you pass the days in the Country of Playthings?”
“Why, you play from morning till night. At night you go to bed, and the next morning it is the same thing all over again. How should you like it?”
“Uhm!” said Pinocchio, and he shook his head lightly as if to say, “It is a country that would please me very much.”
“Then will you go with me? Yes or no.”
“No, no, no! I have promised my kind Fairy to become a good boy and I wish to keep my word. The sun is going down and I must hurry. Good-by and a pleasant journey.”
“Don’t go away so soon. Why do you hurry?”
“Because I told the good Fairy that I would be at home before dark.”
“Wait two minutes.”
“No; it will be too late.”
“Only two minutes.”
“The Fairy will scold me.”
“Let her scold. When she has scolded enough she will stop,” said the little scoundrel Lamp Wick.
“And what are you going to do? Do you go alone or with company?”
“Alone? Why, there will be a hundred boys.”
“Do you go on foot?”
