Only the good cow, Milky White, remained, and she gave milk every
morning, which they took to market and sold. But one sad day Milky
White gave no milk, and then things looked bad indeed.
"Never mind, mother," said Jack. "We must sell Milky White. Trust me
to make a good bargain," and away he went to the market.
For some time he went along very sadly, but after a little he quite
recovered his spirits. "I may as well ride as walk," said he; so
instead of leading the cow by the halter, he jumped on her back, and
so he went whistling along until he met a butcher.
"Good morning," said the butcher.
"Good morning, sir," answered Jack.
"Where are you going?" said the butcher.
"I am going to market to sell the cow."
"It's lucky I met you," said the butcher. "You may save yourself the
trouble of going so far."
With this, he put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out five
curious-looking beans. "What do you call these?" he said.
"Beans," said Jack.
"Yes," said he, "beans, but they're the most wonderful beans that ever
were known. If you plant them overnight, by the next morning they'll
grow up and reach the sky. But to save you the trouble of going
all the way to market, I don't mind exchanging them for that cow of
yours.
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