“Let me explain. After the islands are made, little by little they are covered with earth. Then plants begin to appear from seed blown by the wind or dropped by the birds. Then man may come. Why not, my boy?”
“I have enough to think over just now. Good-by for a time.”
“Good-by. I will stay here. Do not lose your way.”
Without answering, Pinocchio began to climb. He was as agile as a monkey, and was soon far up.
“I do hope I shall not lose my way,” he thought. “What a joke it would be to be lost at the bottom of the sea!”
CHAPTER VII
Pinocchio climbed and climbed. The poor boy was getting very tired. Still he wanted to be sure the dolphin was right. So he went on bravely.
At last the water began to grow lighter, and even his wooden head could understand that he must be near the surface.
“It must be the light of the sun which I see,” he thought. “On, my brave Pinocchio, and the top will soon be reached. Hurrah! Here I am!”