comes you can go quietly to bed. In the meanwhile, during the night, the
gold piece will grow and flower, and in the morning when you get up and
return to the field, what do you find? You find a beautiful tree laden
with as many gold sovereigns as a fine ear of corn has grains in the
month of June."

"So that," said Pinocchio, more and more bewildered, "supposing I buried
my five sovereigns in that field, how many should I find there the
following morning?"

"That is an exceedingly easy calculation," replied the Fox, "a
calculation that you can make on the ends of your fingers. Every
sovereign will give you an increase of five hundred; multiply five
hundred by five, and the following morning will find you with two
thousand five hundred shining gold pieces in your pocket."

"Oh! how delightful!" cried Pinocchio, dancing for joy. "As soon as ever
I have obtained those sovereigns, I will keep two thousand for myself
and the other five hundred I will make a present of to you two."

"A present to us?" cried the Fox with indignation and appearing much
offended. "What are you dreaming of?"

"What are you dreaming of?" repeated the Cat.

"We do not work," said the Fox, "for interest: we work solely to enrich
others."

"Others!" repeated the Cat.