An artist (画家) went to a wonderful part of the country with a holiday, and stayed with a farmer. (81) Everyday he went out and painted from morning to (82) evening, and then he went back the farm and had a (83) good dinner before he went to bed. When his holiday finished, he wanted to give the (84) farmer some money, so the farmer said," No, I do not (85) want money—but give me one of your picture. What is (86) money In a week, it will all be finished, but your picture will always here. " (87) The artist was very happy and thanked the farmer for saying such things to his pictures. (88) The farmer answered," It is not that. I have a son in London. He wants to become an artist. When he comes here the next month. I will show him your picture (89) and then he will want to be an artist any more, I think. " (90)