“You are right, little Cricket, you are more than right, and I shall remember the lesson you have taught me.  But will you tell how you succeeded in buying this pretty little cottage?”

“This cottage was given to me yesterday by a little Goat with blue hair.”

“And where did the Goat go?” asked Pinocchio.

“I don’t know.”

“And when will she come back?”

“She will never come back.  Yesterday she went away bleating sadly, and it seemed to me she said:  ’Poor Pinocchio, I shall never see him again. . .the Shark must have eaten him by this time.’”

“Were those her real words?  Then it was she—­it was—­my dear little Fairy,” cried out Pinocchio, sobbing bitterly.  After he had cried a long time, he wiped his eyes and then he made a bed of straw for old Geppetto.  He laid him on it and said to the Talking Cricket: 

“Tell me, little Cricket, where shall I find a glass of milk for my poor Father?”

“Three fields away from here lives Farmer John.  He has some cows.  Go there and he will give you what you want.”

Pinocchio ran all the way to Farmer John’s house.  The Farmer said to him: 

“How much milk do you want?”

“I want a full glass.”

“A full glass costs a penny.  First give me the penny.”

“I have no penny,” answered Pinocchio, sad and ashamed.

“Very bad, my Marionette,” answered the Farmer, “very bad.  If you have no penny, I have no milk.”

“Too bad,” said Pinocchio and started to go.

“Wait a moment,” said Farmer John.  “Perhaps we can come to terms.  Do you know how to draw water from a well?”

“I can try.”

“Then go to that well you see yonder and draw one hundred bucketfuls of water.”

“Very well.”

“After you have finished, I shall give you a glass of warm sweet milk.”

“I am satisfied.”

Farmer John took the Marionette to the well and showed him how to draw the water.  Pinocchio set to work as well as he knew how, but long before he had pulled up the one hundred buckets, he was tired out and dripping with perspiration.  He had never worked so hard in his life.

“Until today,” said the Farmer, “my donkey has drawn the water for me, but now that poor animal is dying.”

“Will you take me to see him?” said Pinocchio.

“Gladly.”

As soon as Pinocchio went into the stable, he spied a little Donkey lying on a bed of straw in the corner of the stable.  He was worn out from hunger and too much work.  After looking at him a long time, he said to himself:  “I know that Donkey!  I have seen him before.”

And bending low over him, he asked:  “Who are you?”

At this question, the Donkey opened weary, dying eyes and answered in the same tongue:  “I am Lamp-Wick.”

Then he closed his eyes and died.

“Oh, my poor Lamp-Wick,” said Pinocchio in a faint voice, as he wiped his eyes with some straw he had picked up from the ground.