had sold their beautiful coloured wings, pea¬
 cocks who had no tails and were ashamed to
 be seen, and pheasants who went scratching
 about in a subdued fashion, mourning for their
 brilliant gold and silver feathers gone for ever.
 
In the midst of this crowd of beggars and
 shamefaced creatures, some lordly carriage
 passed from time to time containing a Fox, or
 a Magpie, or some other ravenous bird of prey.
 
“And where is the Field of miracles!”
 asked Pinocchio.
 
‘It is here, not two steps from us."
 
They crossed the town, and having gone
 beyond the walls they came to a solitary field
 which to look at resembled all other fields.
 
“We are arrived,” said the Fox to the pup¬
 pet. " Now stoop down and dig a little hole in
 the ground and put your gold pieces into it.”
 
Pinocchio obeyed. He dug a hole, put into
 it the four gold pieces that he had left, and then
 filled up the hole with a little earth.
 
" Now, then,” said the Fox, " go to that
 canal close to us, fetch a can of water, and water
 the ground where you have sowed them.”
 
Pinocchio went to the canal, and as he had
 no can he took off one of his old shoes, and