My mother I have never known." "Your poor father would suffer terribly if I were to use you as firewood.

Poor old man! I feel sorry for him! E--tchee! E--tchee! E--tchee!" Three more sneezes sounded, louder than ever.
"God bless you!" said Pinocchio.
"Thanks! However, I ought to be sorry for myself, too, just now.

My good dinner is spoiled.

I have no more wood for the fire, and the lamb is only half cooked.

Never mind! In your place I'll burn some other Marionette.