He felt ill, he said, and could not eat another bite.
Pinocchio ate least of all.

He asked for a bite of bread and a few nuts and then hardly touched them.

The poor fellow, with his mind on the Field of Wonders, was suffering from a gold-piece indigestion.
Supper over, the Fox said to the Innkeeper: "Give us two good rooms, one for Mr.Pinocchio and the other for me and my friend.

Before starting out, we'll take a little nap.

Remember to call us at midnight sharp, for we must continue on our journey." "Yes, sir," answered the Innkeeper, winking in a knowing way at the Fox and the Cat, as if to say, "I understand." As soon as Pinocchio was in bed, he fell fast asleep and began to dream.
He dreamed he was in the middle of a field.