reet him with loud cheers; but the Director, Fire Eater,

nto the Marionette Theater. And then some

p and the perform

n the stage and, as usual, they were thr

the spectacle and laughing till they cr

warning, Harlequin stopped talking. Turning toward the audience, he p

p or awake? Or do I rea

Pinocchio!" scr

ignora Rosaura, peeking in

rionettes, pouring out of the wings. "It is Pinocchio

outed Harlequin. "Come to the

the orchestra, found himself in the front rows. With another leap, he w

ces, the knocks, and the friendly greetings with which that str

he audience, seeing that the play had s

e play, we wa

ith their act, made twice as much racket as before, and, lifting up P

ck as pitch, and so long that it reached from his chin down to his feet. His mouth was as wide as an oven, his teeth like yellow fangs, and his eyes, two glow

athe. One could almost hear a fly go by. Those poor Ma

theater;" the huge fellow asked Pinocchio wi

r Honor, the fau

t! I'll take car

fine big lamb was slowly turning on the spit. More wood was needed to

as if he were made of well-seasoned woo

ster, they left the kitchen to obey him. A few minutes later they returned, carryi

don't want to die! I