[originaltext] George Scott and Tim MacDonal stopped in front of the window

George Scott and Tim MacDonal stopped in front of the window of Hill’s furniture store. Several paintings were hanging there along with the sign which said "Modern Art Contest". "Prizes for the Ten Best Entries". "Famous Art Critic to Judge the Contest." "Do you call that art?" asked George, pointing to a picture made of large red, blue and yellow patches of paint with a few black lines scattered here and there.
    "I can’t even tell what it is supposed to be." Tim MacDonal chewed the inside of his lip as he gazed at tile painting. "My father says the same thing about modem art, but my mum says modern art shows how the artist feels about something or how he sees it." "Well, this guy must have been feeling terrible. Maybe he was mad and just threw the paint at the paper. It is sure a mess, My little sister Sussie could paint a better picture than this.” Tim nodded absent-mindedly as the two boys moved on. Suddenly he stopped. "Say, I’ve got a great idea. Come on. Let’s go over to your house and talk to your sister."