“Oh, no, we shall soon be there.”
Little by little the pain stopped, and Pinocchio thought no more of the eel. Or if he thought of it, it was only to resolve never to touch it again, not even with a stick.
CHAPTER X
“Good evening, Messrs. Cetaceans,” said Pinocchio, bowing low to Tursio and Marsovino as soon as he saw them coming.
“Why, where did you learn our family name? You called us fish once upon a time.”
“Globicephalous told me. I know now the difference between a fish and a cetacean.”
“You have taken lessons from a servant? Why, I thought you were ashamed even to be seen walking with one.”
Pinocchio was silent. He was beginning to learn manners.