And then he fell asleep; and whilst he slept his feet, which were wooden, took fire, and little by little they burnt away and became cinders.
Pinocchio continued to sleep and to snore as if his feet belonged to some one else. At last about daybreak he awoke because some one was knocking at the door.
'Who is there?' he asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
'It is I!' answered a voice.
And the voice was Geppetto's voice.