What we shall eat to-morrow, I haven't the slightest idea! said Widow Wang to her eldest son, as he started out one morning in search of work. Oh, the gods will provide. I'll find a few coppers somewhere, replied the boy, trying to speak cheerfully, although in his heart he also had not the slightest idea in which direction to turn.
What we shall eat to-morrow, I haven't the slightest idea! said Widow Wang to her eldest son, as he started out one morning in search of work. Oh, the gods will provide. I'll find a few coppers somewhere, replied the boy, trying to speak cheerfully, although in his heart he also had not the slightest idea in which direction to turn.