Itis Sunday morning, Karen opens the front door of her father's house. “Hello!” she calls out. “Are you there, Dad?” Her father, Professor Anderson, comes out of his study. “Ah, Karen,” he says, "You're home. s.""And ['m tired, [was in Geneva lin Paris on Friday.” er father says. He looks surprised. “Ofcourse Ido, my dear,” her father says. {into my study. | want to show you somethinIn the study there are books on the table, om the chairs ‘and on the flocr, “Dad,” say's Karen, “this is awfal” “What's awfal?” Professor Anderson says, “This room!” says Karen, *Can I clea “No!” the professor says. “I like it. Now, these pictures, Aren't they beautiful? “Yes, they're wonderful,” says Karen, “ put them in your book about modern art?” “Yes, but {ean oaly put one in the book,” says her father “[ like this one,” say's Karen, “Good girl” says her father. “I like that one too. You understand art, Karen, I'm proud of you.” “Thenks, Dad,” says Keren, for you?” yy dear, look at Are you going to (On Monday, Karen gots up early, She takes a taxi to the ie airport She’ going to work la ‘She stands at the door of the aeroplane and smiles at the passengers “Hello! Welcome on board!” she says. People sit down and pat on thelrseat belts. Keren brings them drinks and food. The Bight to Rome is quite short. Karen has no work in the aftemoon, She's flying outof Rome tomerro%s moming. She goes to her hotel room, She takes off her uniform and puts on blouse and trousers. Then sho gots out into the street Karen foves Rome. She loves the old buildings, the beautiful statuos, tho shops and the cafés, She walks: fora long time:Itis hot, and Karon is thirsty. Sho sees alittle café and insidi fe, signora?” asks the barman. 1n range juice, please,” says Karen. Sho looks round the cals. Thero are pictures everywhere, ‘beautiful pictures in beautiful coloars. “These pictures are wonderfull” Karen says to the ‘barman, “Who is the artist?” ‘The barman frowns, “Don't talk to me about that artist,” he says. “He comes: here every day. Ho eats my food and drinks my wine and, hhe never pays mo, He only gives me these pictures.” “But they're wonderful!” Karen says. “He's a great artist. What’ his namo?” “You can ask him,” the barman says. “Look, he’s coming in now. 04 Theartist is a young man with dark brown hair. He is thin ard he looks tired. He does not see Karen. “Please,” he says to the barman, “Give me adrink and. something to eat.” "No!" tho barman says. “Every day you come in here. Every day’ you ask for food. But you never pay me! Where's your money? Give mo some money. Then you can have something to eat.” The artist is angry: “But always pay you,” he says. Thave a now ore for you, Look att!” “Now listen to mo, Antonio Brunetti,” says the barman. “dont want pictures. want money. Lite. Dollars, Pounds, ‘You don’t haveany? Then go away.” Karen jumps up. “Oh plesso,” she says, “can I soe the picture?" give you my pictures. Che POT