The milk dripped faster in response, then suddenly the areole around the nipple contracted and the milk spurted out in a tiny jet of surprising force.

(Often some milk drips from the opposite breast at this time.)

The baby was shrieking, and milk dripped slowly from the edge of the table, punctuating the patter of rain outside.

Once when Rami bar Ezekiel visited Bnei Brak, he saw goats grazing under fig trees while honey was flowing from the figs, and milk dripped from the goats mingling with the fig honey, causing him to remark that it was indeed a land flowing with milk and honey.