Still the artist continued his search and met a weary soldier.
Still the artist continued his search and met a weary soldier.
He came back the next morning, looking tired and weary, like he had not slept all night.
Still the artist continued his search and met a weary soldier.
Then he said, here stand I, poor rinkrank, on my seventeen long shanks, on my weary, worn-out foot, wash my dishes, Mother Mansrot.
