"Roaming, nibbling. - The teacher says this is beautiful language.
Maybe it is; I have nothing to say about that. Well, one more.

"'A dog was roaming about the fields - when he saw - run out - a
rabbit which - which - ' I don't know it; let's begin again. 'A dog was
running about eating, eating - ' But eating what? Surely he did not eat
grass!

"This fable is very hard; I cannot learn it. Well, I never did have
much luck with dogs and rabbits! Let me try the sums. Eight and seven,
seventeen; and three, nineteen; and six, twenty-three, put don two and
carry three. Nine and three, eleven; and four, fourteen; put down the
whole number - one, four; total, four hundred thirteen.

"Ah! good! very good! I do not wish to boast, but I have always had
a great liking for arithmetic. Now to prove the answer: eight and
sever, sixteen; and three, twenty-one; and six, twenty-four; put down
four - why! it's wrong! Eight and seven, fourteen; and three, nineteen;
and six - wrong again!

"I know what the trouble is; the wind is not in the right quarter
to-day for sums. Perhaps it would be better to take a walk in the
open."

No sooner said than done. Pinocchio went out into the street and
filled his lungs with the fresh morning air."Ah! here, at least, one
can breathe. It is a pity that I am beginning to feel hungry! Strange
how things go wrong sometimes! Take the lessons - " he went on.

Listen! A noise of creaking wheels, of bells ringing, the voices of