"That will bring somebody."

And so it did. A little old man appeared at a window with a night-cap on
his head and called to him angrily:

"What do you want at such an hour?"

"Would you be kind enough to give me a little bread?"

"Wait there, I will be back directly," said the little old man, thinking
it was one of those rascally boys who amuse themselves at night by
ringing the house-bells to rouse respectable people who are sleeping
quietly.

After half a minute the window was again opened and the voice of the
same little old man shouted to Pinocchio:

"Come underneath and hold out your cap."

Pinocchio pulled off his cap; but, just as he held it out, an enormous
basin of water was poured down on him, soaking him from head to foot as
if he had been a pot of dried-up geraniums.

He returned home like a wet chicken, quite exhausted with fatigue and
hunger; and, having no longer strength to stand, he sat down and rested
his damp and muddy feet on a brazier full of burning embers.

And then he fell asleep, and whilst he slept his feet, which were
wooden, took fire, and little by little they burnt away and became
cinders.