"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!
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