‘Tell me, Cricket, who may you be?”
 
“Tam the Talking-cricket, and I have lived
 in this room a hundred years and more.”
 
c Now, however, this room is mine,” said
 
 
the puppet, " and if you would do mea pleasure
 go away at once, without even turning round.”
 
“ I will not go,” answered the Cricket, “ un¬
 til I have told you a great truth.”
 
“Tell it me, then, and be quick about it.”
 
" W oe to those boys who rebel against their
 parents, and run away capriciously from home.
 They will never come to any good in the world,
 and sooner or later they will repent bitterly.”
 
“Sing away, Cricket, as you please, and as
 long as you please. For me, I have made up
 my mind to run away to-morrow at daybreak,
 because if Í remain I shall not escape the fate
 of all other boys; I shall be sent to school and
 shall be made to study either by love or by
 force. To tell you in confidence, I have no
 wish to learn; it is much more amusing to run
 after butterflies, or to climb trees and to take
 the young birds out of their nests.”
 
“Poor little goose! But do you not know
 that in that way you will grow up a donkey,
 and that every one will make game of you? ”’
 
" Hold your tongue, you wicked ill-omened
 
 
eroaker! ” shouted Pinocchio.
 But the Cricket, who was patient and phil¬