“Four pennies.” Pinocchio, who was wild with curiosity to know what was going on inside, lost all his pride and said to the boy shamelessly: “Will you give me four pennies until tomorrow?” “I’d give them to you gladly,” answered the other, poking fun at him, “but just now I can’t give them to you.” “For the price of four pennies, I’ll sell you my coat.” “If it rains, what shall I do with a coat of flowered paper? I could not take it off again.” “Do you want to buy my shoes?” “They are only good enough to light a fire with.” “What about my hat?” “Fine bargain, indeed! A cap of dough! The mice might come and eat it from my head!” Pinocchio was almost in tears. He was just about to make one last offer, but he lacked the courage to do so. He hesitated, he wondered, he could not make up his mind. At last he said: “Will you give me four pennies for the book?” “I am a boy and I buy nothing from boys,” said the little fellow with far more common sense than the Marionette. “I’ll give you four pennies for your A-B-C book,” said a ragpicker who stood by. Then and there, the book changed hands. And to think that poor old Geppetto sat at home in his shirt sleeves, shivering with cold, having sold his coat to buy that little book for his son! CHAPTER 10 The Marionettes recognize their brother Pinocchio, and greet him with loud cheers; but the Director, Fire Eater, happens along and poor Pinocchio almost loses his life. Quick as a flash, Pinocchio disappeared into the Marionette Theater. And then something happened which almost caused a riot. The curtain was up and the performance had started. Harlequin and Pulcinella were reciting on the stage and, as usual, they were threatening each other with sticks and blows. The theater was full of people, enjoying the spectacle and laughing till they cried at the antics of the two Marionettes. The play continued for a few minutes, and then suddenly, without any warning, Harlequin stopped talking. Turning toward the audience, he pointed to the rear of the orchestra, yelling wildly at the same time: “Look, look! Am I asleep or awake? Or do I really see Pinocchio there?” “Yes, yes! It is Pinocchio!” screamed Pulcinella. “It is! It is!” shrieked Signora Rosaura, peeking in from the side of the stage. “It is Pinocchio! It is Pinocchio!” yelled all the Marionettes, pouring out of the wings. “It is Pinocchio. It is our brother Pinocchio! Hurrah for Pinocchio!” “Pinocchio, come up to me!” shouted Harlequin. “Come to the arms of your wooden brothers!” At such a loving invitation, Pinocchio, with one leap from the back of the orchestra, found himself in the front rows. With another leap, he was on the orchestra leader’s head. With a third, he landed on the stage. It is impossible to describe the shrieks of joy, the warm embraces, the knocks, and the friendly greetings with which that strange company of dramatic actors and actresses received Pinocchio.