“A suit of paper! The very idea! Luckily I have prepared for this. Here, Globicephalous,” he said to his servant, “give me that little suit of ray leather,—the one I had you make this morning.”
“Splendid,” cried Pinocchio, clapping his hands. “Now I have a new suit.”
Putting it on, he looked at himself in the water. Seeing how dark and unbecoming it appeared, he turned to Tursio and said excitedly:
“I don’t want this. It is too ugly. I like my pretty flowered-paper one better.”
“Your paper one Globicephalous will carry in his satchel for you. Should you wear it in the water, it would be spoiled.”
“I want my pretty suit,” insisted Pinocchio. “If any one saw me in this thing, he would ask me if I had been through the coal-hole.”
“But yours will be ruined if you wear it in the water, I tell you.”
“I want mine. I want mine,” wailed Pinocchio.
“Very well. Globicephalous, take the paper suit out of the traveling bag and give it to the boy.”
The marionette turned, expecting to see an ordinary traveling bag. Instead, he saw Globicephalous take an enormous oyster out of the water.