When his ravenous hunger was somewhat appeased he raised his head to thank his benefactress, but he had no sooner looked at her than he gave a prolonged "Oh-h!" of astonishment and continued staring at her with wide open eyes, his fork in the air, and his mouth full of bread and cauliflower, as if he had been bewitched. "What has surprised you so much?" asked the good woman, laughing. "It is--" answered the puppet, "it is--it is--that you are like--that you remind me--yes, yes, yes, the same voice--the same eyes--the same hair--yes, yes, yes--you also have blue hair--as she had--Oh, little Fairy! tell me that it is you, really you! Do not make me cry any more! If you knew--I have cried so much, I have suffered so much." And, throwing himself at her feet on the floor, Pinocchio embraced the knees of the mysterious little woman and began to cry bitterly. [Illustration] CHAPTER XXV PINOCCHIO PROMISES THE FAIRY TO BE GOOD At first the good little woman maintained that she was not the little Fairy with blue hair, but, seeing that she was found out and not wishing to continue the comedy any longer, she ended by making herself known, and she said to Pinocchio: "You little rogue! how did you ever discover who I was?" "It was my great affection for you that told me." "Do you remember? You left me a child, and now that you have found me again I am a woman--a woman almost old enough to be your mamma." "I am delighted at that, for now, instead of calling you little sister, I will call you mamma. I have wished for such a long time to have a mamma like other boys! But how did you manage to grow so fast?" "That is a secret." "Teach it to me, for I should also like to grow. Don't you see? I always remain no bigger than a ninepin." "But you cannot grow," replied the Fairy. "Why?" "Because puppets never grow. They are born puppets, live puppets, and die puppets." "Oh, I am sick of being a puppet!" cried Pinocchio, giving himself a slap. "It is time that I became a man." "And you will become one, if you know how to deserve it." "Not really? And what can I do to deserve it?" "A very easy thing: by learning to be a good boy." "And you think I am not?" "You are quite the contrary. Good boys are obedient, and you--" "And I never obey." "Good boys like to learn and to work, and you--" "And I instead lead an idle, vagabond life the year through." "Good boys always speak the truth." "And I always tell lies." "Good boys go willingly to school." "And school gives me pain all over the body. But from today I will change my life." "Do you promise me?" "I promise you. I will become a good little boy, and I will be the consolation of my papa. Where is my poor papa at this moment?" "I do not know." "Shall I ever have the happiness of seeing him again and kissing him?" "I think so; indeed, I am sure of it."