"No, he is alive and has returned to his home."
"Not really? not really?" cried the puppet, dancing with delight. "Then the wound was not serious?"
"It might have been very serious and even fatal," answered the little old man, "for they threw a thick book bound in cardboard at his head."
"And who threw it at him?"
"One of his school-fellows, a certain Pinocchio."
"And who is this Pinocchio?" asked the puppet, pretending ignorance.
"They say that he is a bad boy, a vagabond, a regular good-for-nothing."
"Calumnies! all calumnies!"
"Do you know this Pinocchio?"
"By sight!" answered the puppet.