and a cow named Milky-white. And all they had to live on was the milk the cow gave every morning, which they carried to the market and sold. But one morning Milky-white gave no milk, and they didn’t know what to do.
‘What shall we do, what shall we do?’ said the widow, wringing her hands.
‘Cheer up, mother, I’ll go and get work somewhere,’ said Jack.
‘We’ve tried that before, and nobody would take you,’ said his mother; ‘we must sell Milky-white and with the money start a shop, or something.’