in vain. Where could he search for him? He looked here, there, and everywhere, and at last he saw him hiding in the porch of a peasant's cottage.
'What are you doing there?' asked Pinocchio, coming up to him.
'I am waiting for midnight, to start. . . .'
'Why, where are you going?'
'Very far, very far, very far away.'
'And I have been three times to your house to look for you.'
'What did you want with me?'
'Do you not know the great event? Have you not heard of my good fortune?'
'What is it?'
'To-morrow I cease to be a puppet, and I become a boy like you, and like all the other boys.'
'Much good may it do you.'
'To-morrow, therefore, I expect you to breakfast at my house.'
'But when I tell you that I am going away to-night.'
'At what o'clock?'
'In a short time.'
'And where are you going?'
'I am going to live in a country . . . the most delightful country in the world: a real land of Cocagne! . . .'
'And how is it called?'
'It is called the 'Land of Boobies.' Why do you not come too?'
