In 1928 a famous American artist called Girard Hale went to France to paint a picture of a rich French lady. He took a train from Paris to the French lady’s house. On the train he met a young girl. She began talking to him.
‘Could you paint me from memory?’ she asked him.
‘I could, but I would like it better if you were in front of me,’ the artist replied.
Soon the train stopped at a station. The young girl got off the train. The artist asked for her name, but she would not tell him. Later that day Mr. Hale saw the girlagain. She was in the French lady’s house. She spoke to him and then walked quickly past him into another room. He told the French lady and her husband about the young girl. He asked who she was. They told him that there was no young girl in the house.
But I have seen her and spoken to her,’ Mr. Hale said.
Can you draw this girl?’ asked the husband.
‘Yes,’ the artist replied, and he drew a picture of the girl.
The French lady looked at the picture and fainted. Her husband helped her to a chair. Then he picked up the picture. ‘This is a picture of our daughter,’ he said.
‘There is nothing strange about that,’ the artist said. ‘I saw her a few minutes ago and I also met her on the train.’
‘No, you did not,’ the husband said.’ She died five years ago.’I
‘Could you paint me from memory?’ she asked him.
‘I could, but I would like it better if you were in front of me,’ the artist replied.
Soon the train stopped at a station. The young girl got off the train. The artist asked for her name, but she would not tell him. Later that day Mr. Hale saw the girlagain. She was in the French lady’s house. She spoke to him and then walked quickly past him into another room. He told the French lady and her husband about the young girl. He asked who she was. They told him that there was no young girl in the house.
But I have seen her and spoken to her,’ Mr. Hale said.
Can you draw this girl?’ asked the husband.
‘Yes,’ the artist replied, and he drew a picture of the girl.
The French lady looked at the picture and fainted. Her husband helped her to a chair. Then he picked up the picture. ‘This is a picture of our daughter,’ he said.
‘There is nothing strange about that,’ the artist said. ‘I saw her a few minutes ago and I also met her on the train.’
‘No, you did not,’ the husband said.’ She died five years ago.’I
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