An artist went to a beautiful part of the country for a holiday, and stayed with a farmer. Every day he went out with his paints and his brushes and painted from morning to evening, and then when it got dark, he went back to the farm and had a good dinner before he went to bed. At the end of his holiday he wanted to pay the farmer, but the farmer said, ‘No, I do not want money — but give me one of your pictures. What is money? In a week it will all be finished, but your painting will still be here.’
The artist was very pleased and thanked the farmer for saying such kind things about his paintings.
The farmer smiled and answered, ‘It is not that. I have a son in London. He wants to become an artist. When he comes here next month, I will show him your picture, and then he will not want to be an artist any more, 1 think.’
Where did the artist go for
his holiday ?
Where did he stay ?
What did he do every day ?
What did he do when it got
dark ?
What did the farmer say when
the artist wanted to pay him ?
What did the painter thank the
farmer for ?
Why did the farmer want the
artist’s painting ?
Did the farmer want his son to
become an artist ?
