“On foot?”
“Either on foot or on horseback, it matters little. But pardon me, after crossing the Mediterranean Sea, do you reach Africa?”
“Certainly, unless you wish to go by way of the Red Sea.”
“The Red Sea? No, truly!”
“Perhaps the route over the Red Sea would be better.”
“I do not wish to go near the Red Sea.”
“And why?” asked the wolf man, who up to this time had not opened his mouth.
“Why? Why? Because I do not wish to get my clothes dyed; do you understand?”
More laughter greeted these words. Pinocchio’s wooden cheeks got very red, and he sputtered: “This is no way to treat a gentleman. I shall do as I please, and I do not please to enter the Red Sea. That is enough. Now I shall leave you,” and he started off.
“Farewell, farewell, marionette!”