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PINOCCHIO
In the meantime it became quite dark. Suddenly as they talked they saw moving along the road a little light and heard the tooting of little trumpets so small and fine that they sounded like the buzzing of a mosquito.
“Here they are!” said Lamp Wick, standing up.
“Who is it?” asked Pinocchio, in a low voice.
“It is the carriage that is coming for me. Now will you go? Yes or no.”
“But are you sure,” asked the marionette, “that in that country the boys are not obliged to study?”
“Never, never, never!”
“What a beautiful country it must be!”
