me?” cried Pinocchio, straightening himself up in his bed.
“We have come to take you away,” replied the largest Rabbit.
“To take me away? But I am not dead!”
“Not now, no; but you have only a few more moments of life, having refused to drink the medicine that would cure your fever.”
“Oh, my Fairy! oh, my Fairy!” screamed the marionette; “give me the glass quickly. Send them away; for I do not wish to die.” And he took the glass in both hands and swallowed the medicine at one gulp.
“Oh, pshaw!” said the Rabbit; “we have made this trip for nothing.” And placing the coffin on their shoulders again, the Rabbits went out of the room grumbling and muttering between their teeth.
The fact was that a few moments later Pinocchio jumped down from the bed well and strong; for you must know that wooden marionettes have the advantage of rarely being sick, and when they are they get well quickly. The Fairy, seeing him run through the room as lively and bright as a little chicken just out of its shell, said to him, “Then my medicine has cured you?”
“Yes, indeed! It has brought me back to this world.”
