"You are right, Cricket, you are right. I will bear in mind the lesson you have taught me. But tell me how did you build such a nice large house?"
"This little house was given to me yesterday by a beautiful Goat with blue wool."
"And where has the Goat gone?" asked Pinocchio with lively curiosity.
"I do not know."
"And when will it come back?"
"Never. Yesterday it went away bleating in distress, and I thought I heard it say, 'Poor Pinocchio! I shall never see him again. The Dogfish has swallowed him'!"
"Did it say that? Then it was the Fairy. It was my dear beautiful Fairy," exclaimed Pinocchio, and he began to cry. After he had cried a long time he dried his eyes, and prepared a comfortable bed of straw for Geppetto. Then he said to the Talking Cricket, "Tell me, Cricket, where can I find a glass of milk for my poor father?"
"Three fields from here you will find a farmer called Giangio, who keeps cows. Go to him and you can get some milk."
