In the meanwhile he was tormented by
 hunger, for he had eaten nothing for twenty¬
 
four hours—not even vetch. What was he
 to do?
 
There were only two ways by which he
 could obtain food—either by asking for a little
 
 
work, or by begging for a halfpenny or for a
 mouthful of bread.
 
He was ashamed to beg, for his father had
 always preached to him that no one had a right
 to beg except the aged and the infirm. The
 really poor in this world, deserving of com¬
 passion and assistance, are only those who from
 age or sickness are no longer able to earn their
 own bread with the labour of their hands. It
 is the duty of every one else to work; and if
 they will not work, so much the worse for them
 if they suffer from hunger.
 
At that moment a man came down the road,
 tired and panting for breath. He was drag¬
 ging alone, with fatigue and difficulty, two
 carts full of charcoal.
 
Pinocchio, judging by his face that he was
 a kind man, approached him, and casting down
 his eyes with shame he said in a low voice:
 
- Would you have the charity to give me e
 halfpenny, for I am dying of hunger?”
 
“You shall have not only a halfpenny,”