“ T would remain willingly . . , but my poor
 papa?”
 
“I have thought of everything. I have
 already let your father know, and he will be
 here to-night.”
 
" Really?” shouted Pinocchio, jumping for
 joy. “ Then, little Fairy, if you consent, I
 should like to go and meet him. I am so anxious
 to give a kiss to that poor old man, who has
 suffered so much on my account, that I am
 counting the minutes.”
 
" Go, then, but be careful not to lose your¬
 self. "Take the road through the wood and I
 am sure that you will meet him.”
 
Pinocchio set out: and as soon as he was
 in the wood he began to run like a kid. But
 when he had reached a certain spot, almost in
 front of the Big Oak, he stopped, because he
 thought that he heard people amongst the
 bushes. In fact, two persons came out on to
 the road. Can you guess who they were?...
 His two travelling companions, the Fox and
 the Cat, with whom he had supped at the inn
 of the Red Craw-fish.
 
“Why, here is our dear Pinocchio!” cried
 the Fox, kissing and embracing him. " How