“What?”
“The pearl oyster.”
“Honestly? Oh! Do you think I could get some? I know how precious pearls are. Why, I could make myself rich! I could buy houses and horses and automobiles and—Oh! Oh!” and Pinocchio started to dance a jig on the sandy floor.
Marsovino was laughing.
“You may try. You may have luck.”
Pinocchio did not have to be told twice. He searched and searched every sponge he could lay his hands on. As a result, he found a great many shells.
“And what now?” he asked.
“Now you must open them, to see if any pearls are inside.”
“What is the use of opening them? You said these were all pearl oysters. I’ll carry them and open them later.”
