"Oh," said she, "it's a hard world, and me a widow!" But she was a brave woman, bound to get along some way.
So, now that she had nothing to sell to buy meal, she made curds of the milk, and fed the children on that.
'Well, one day the old man came in to see her in a neighbouring way, and she, being a good woman,--oh, but she was a good woman!--set a dish of curds before him.

"Oh," said he, "these are very fine curds!" So he went away, and next day she put the rennet in the milk as usual, but not a bit would the curd come.

"Oh," said she, "but I must put something in the children's mouths!" She was a fine woman, she was.

So she kept the lambs from the sheep all night, and next morning she milked the sheep.
Sheep's milk is rich, and she put rennet in that, and fed the children on the curd.
'So one day the old man came in again.

He was a wicked one; he was dreadful selfish; and as he was there, she, being a hospitable woman, gave him some of the curd.