'Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?'
'Home. My good Fairy wishes me to be back before dark.'
'Wait another two minutes.'
'It will make me too late.'
'Only two minutes.'
'And if the Fairy scolds me?'
'Let her scold. When she has scolded well she will hold her tongue,' said that rascal Candlewick.
'And what are you going to do? Are you going alone or with companions?'
'Alone? We shall be more than a hundred boys.'
'And do you make the journey on foot?'
'A coach will pass by shortly which is to take me to that happy country.'
'What would I not give for the coach to pass by now! . . .'
'Why?'
'That I might see you all start together.'
'Stay here a little longer and you will see us.'
'No, no, I must go home.'
'Wait another two minutes.'
'I have already delayed too long. The Fairy will be anxious about me.'
'Poor Fairy! Is she afraid that the bats will eat you?'
'But now,' continued Pinocchio, 'are you really certain that there are no schools in that country? . . .'
