them inadvertently whilst I was drinking your medicine.'
At this third lie his nose grew to such an extraordinary length that poor Pinocchio could not move in any direction. If he turned to one side he struck his nose against the bed or the window-panes, if he turned to the other he struck it against the walls or the door, if he raised his head a little he ran the risk of sticking it into one of the Fairy's eyes.
And the Fairy looked at him and laughed.
'What are you laughing at?' asked the puppet, very confused and anxious at finding his nose growing so prodigiously.
'I am laughing at the lie you have told.'
'And how can you possibly know that I have told a lie?'
'Lies, my dear boy, are found out immediately, because they are of two sorts. There are lies that have short legs, and
