Eugenio Cherubini, Pinocchio in Africa
“ The boy’s eyes shone. “Well, can it be done?” asked the marionette. “Nothing more simple, your majesty,” replied Marameho. “I know of a plant, the fruit of which will serve our purpose.” “When can we get this wonderful dye?” “To-day, if your majesty will permit me to absent myself for a short time,” replied Marameho with great respect. “Go, go at once,” ordered the marionette, greatly delighted. “But wait; there is something more. We are alone and may drop our titles. Your majesty, your highness, weary me to death. Call me plain Pinocchio, and I will call you my dear Marameho.” ”
