Identifier: pinocchiotaleofp00coll (find matches)
Title: Pinocchio : the tale of a puppet
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Collodi, Carlo, 1826-1890 Folkard, Charles, ill
Subjects: Puppets Fantasy
Publisher: London : J.M. Dent New York : E.P. Dutton
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ry opened, and the same Snail appeared at it. Beautiful little Snail, cried Pinocchio from thestreet, I have been waiting for two hours! Andtwo hours on such a bad night seem longer thantwo years. Be quick, for pitys sake. My boy, answered the calm, phlegmatic littleanimal— my boy, I am a snail, and snails are neverin a hurry. And the window was shut again. Shortly afterwards midnight struck; then oneoclock, then two oclock, and the door remainedstill closed. Pinocchio at last, losing all patience, seizedthe knocker in a rage, intending to give a blowthat would resound through the house. But theknocker, which was iron, turned suddenly into aneel, and slipping out of his hands disappeared inthe stream of water that ran down the middle ofthe street. Ah ! is that it ? shouted Pinocchio, blind withrage. Since the knocker has disappeared, I willkick instead with all my might. And drawing a little back he gave a tremendous s ^ - + . S^\\ -^v M ^-v^ <Sy ••!- ; ^—rVvF ^-^4lH\;J^^^P
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_- A window in the lower storey opened, and the same snail appeared at it. THE ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO 189 kick against the house door. The blow was indeedso yiolent that his foot went through the wood andstuck; and when he tried to draw it back again itwas trouble thrown away, for it remained fixed likea nail that has been hammered down. Think of poor Pinocchio ! He was obliged tospend the remainder of the night with one foot onthe ground and the other in the air. The following morning at daybreak the door wasat last opened. That clever little Snail had takenonly nine hours to come down from the fourth storyto the house door. It is evident that her exertionsmust have been great. What are you doing with your foot stuck inthe door ? she asked the puppet, laughing. It was an accident. Do try, beautiful littleSnail, if you cannot release me from this torture. My boy, that is the work of a carpenter, and Ihave never been a carpenter. Beg the Fairy from me ! . . . The Fairy is asleep and m

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