"Send my things up to me with the first supply division; I'm off now at once."
"Nine feet of snow and a biting wind."
"Heavens! If I were sure of finding that dog who cut my beard I would go to hell itself."
"I am thinking less of you than of your little orderly."
"Ha! That youngster has a wooden leg and is as hardy as a goat."
Pinocchio, to show off, whirled his leg around and with a shy glance convinced himself that in a wink of the eye he had won the respect of the little garrison.
"Listen, Captain, if you give me something to eat I'll go ahead; if you don't, here's where I stay."
"Indeed!"
"How indeed! Did you understand that I am hungry?"
"And I have nothing more to give you to eat."