A Grand Plan

A Grand Plan

That evening Jack told Mother about Milky White. “ This is terrible! ” Mother said. “ How will we make money?” She put her head on the table and sobbed.

There was one thing Jack hated. That was watching Mother cry. " Please don't cry, Mother, " he said. " I have a plan. "

Mother lifted her head. “ We have a big problem, Jack, ” she said. “ It’s not time for one of your grand plans. ”

Jack smiled. " It's not a grand plan this time. It's a simple one. " " What is it?" Mother asked slowly.

“ I will look for a job, ” Jack said. “ Then I can earn money. ” “ A job?” Mother said. “ Where will you look for a job?”