He hesitated, he wondered, he could not make up his mind.

At last he said: "Will you give me four pennies for the book ?" "I am a boy and I buy nothing from boys," said the little fellow with far more common sense than the Marionette.
"I'll give you four pennies for your A-B-C book," said a ragpicker who stood by.
Then and there, the book changed hands.

And to think that poor old Geppetto sat at home in his shirt sleeves, shivering with cold, having sold his coat to buy that little book for his son!.