his yellow wig greatly resembled a pudding made of Indian corn.
Geppetto was very fiery. Woe to him who called him Polendina! He became furious, and there was no holding him.
'Good day, Master Antonio,' said Geppetto; 'what are you doing there on the floor?'
'I am teaching the alphabet to the ants.'
'Much good may that do you.'
'What has brought you to me, neighbour Geppetto?'
'My legs. But to say the truth, Master Antonio, I am come to ask a favour of you.'
'Here I am, ready to serve you,' replied the carpenter, getting on to his knees.
'This morning an idea came into my head.'
'Let us hear it.'
'I thought I would make a beautiful wooden puppet; but a wonderful puppet that should know how to dance, to fence, and to leap like an acrobat. With this puppet I would travel about the world to earn a piece of bread and a glass of wine. What do you think of it?'
'Bravo, Polendina!' exclaimed the same little voice, and it was impossible to say where it came from.
Hearing himself called Polendina Geppetto became as red as a turkey-cock from
