"Oh! where is the master of the house?" said Pinocchio, much surprised.
"Here I am, up here!"
The father and son looked immediately up to the ceiling, and there on a beam they saw the Talking-Cricket.
"Oh, my dear little Cricket!" said Pinocchio, bowing politely to him.
"Ah! now you call me 'Your dear little Cricket.' But do you remember the time when you threw the handle of a hammer at me, to drive me from your house?"
"You are right, Cricket! Drive me away also! Throw the handle of a hammer at me, but have pity on my poor papa."
"I will have pity on both father and son, but I wished to remind you of the ill treatment I received from you, to teach you that in this world, when it is possible, we should show courtesy to everybody, if we wish it to be extended to us in our hour of need."
"You are right. Cricket, you are right, and I will bear in mind the lesson you have given me. But tell me how you managed to buy this beautiful hut."
"This hut was given to me yesterday by a goat whose wool was of a beautiful blue color."
"And where has the goat gone?" asked Pinocchio, with lively curiosity.