He was once more Mastro Geppetto, the wood carver, hard at work on a lovely picture frame,
decorating it with flowers and leaves, and heads of animals. "Father, Father, what has happened? Tell me if you can," cried Pinocchio, as he ran and jumped on his Father's neck. "This sudden change in our house is all your doing, my dear Pinocchio," answered Geppetto. "What have I to do with it?" "Just this. When bad boys become good and kind, they have the power of making their homes gay and new with happiness." "I wonder where the old Pinocchio of wood has hidden himself?" "There he is," answered Geppetto. And he pointed to a large Marionette leaning against a chair, head turned to one side, arms hanging limp, and legs twisted under him. After a long, long look, Pinocchio said to himself with great content: