"I do not know."
"And when will it come back?"
"It will never come back. It went away yesterday in great grief and, bleating, it seemed to say: 'Poor Pinocchio! I shall never see him more, for by this time the Dog-Fish must have devoured him!'"
"Did it really say that? Then it was she! It was my dear little Fairy," exclaimed Pinocchio, crying and sobbing.
When he had cried for some time he dried his eyes and prepared a comfortable bed of straw for Geppetto to lie down upon. Then he asked the Cricket:
"Tell me, little Cricket, where can I find a tumbler of milk for my poor papa?"
"Three fields off from here there lives a gardener called Giangio, who keeps cows. Go to him and you will get the milk you are in want of."
Pinocchio ran all the way to Giangio's house, and the gardener asked him:
"How much milk do you want?"
"I want a tumblerful."