the artist and the farmer
an artist , and then ot dark he ood dinner before he ive me one of your pictures. such kind things about his paintings.
the farmer smiled and ans his class all about fractions for the past et?”
“halves.” ansain?”
“fourths.” ans to the next boy.“and again?”
“eighths.”
“yes,” said the teacher, nodding to the next boy.“and again?”
“sixteenths, sir, was the answer.”
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