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PINOCCHIO 185 head against the wall; but the more he cried the longer his ears grew: they grew, and grew, and became hairy towards the points. At the sound of his loud outcries a beautiful little Marmot that lived on the first floor came into the room. Seeing the puppet in such grief she asked earnestly: “What has happened to you, my dear fellow-lodger? " ‘“T am ill, my dear little Marmot, very ill . and of an illness that frightens me. Do you understand counting a pulse?” wee Mibties - "Then feel and see if by chance I have got fever.” The little Marmot raised her right forepaw, and after having felt Pinocchio’s pulse she said to him, sighing: " My friend, I am grieved to be obliged to give you bad news! . . .” " What is it?” “You have got a very bad fever!...” - What fever is it? ” “It is donkey fever.” “ "That is a fever that I do not understand," said the puppet, but he understood it only too well. " Then I will explain it to you,” said the Marmot. " You must know that in two or
