"I promise you," answered the marionette, now crying his eyes out, "that from now on I'll be good -- "
"Boys always promise that when they want something," said Geppetto reasonably.
"I promise to go to school every day, to study, and to succeed -- "
"Boys always sing that song when they want to have their own way."
"But you know I am not like other boys! I am better than all of them and I always tell the truth. I promise you, Father, that I'll learn a trade, and I'll be a comfort to you in your old age."
Geppetto, although he tried to look very strict, felt his eyes fill with tears and his heart soften when he saw that Pinocchio, his pride and joy, was so unhappy. He said no more, but taking his tools and two pieces of wood, he set to work right away.
In less than an hour the feet were finished, two slender, nimble little feet, strong and quick, modeled as if by an artist's hands.
"Now close your eyes and sleep!" Geppetto said to his marionette, who had been yawning loudly.
