The Pope and his advisers looked carefully over all the drawings, and, when they came to that round O, they knew that only a master-hand could have made such a perfect circle without the help of a compass. Without a moment's hesitation they decided that Giotto was the man they wanted, and they at once invited him to come to Rome to decorate the cathedral walls. So when the story was known the people became prouder than ever of their great painter, and the round O of Giotto has become a proverb to this day in Tuscany. 'Round as the O of Giotto, d' ye see; Which means as well done as a thing can be.' Later on, when Giotto was at Naples, he was painting in the palace chapel one very hot day, when the king came in to watch him at his work. It really was almost too hot to move, and yet Giotto painted away busily. 'Giotto,' said the king, 'if I were in thy place I would give up painting for a while and take my rest, now that it is so hot.' 'And, indeed, so I would most certainly do,' answered Giotto, 'if I were in your place, your Majesty.' It was these quick answers and his merry smile that charmed every one, and made the painter a favourite with rich and poor alike. There are a great many stories told of him, and they all show what a sunny-tempered, kindly man he was. It is said that one day he was standing in one of the narrow streets of Florence talking very earnestly to a friend, when a pig came running down the road in a great hurry. It did not stop to look where it was going, but ran right between the painter's legs and knocked him flat on his back, putting an end to his learned talk. Giotto scrambled to his feet with a rueful smile, and shook his finger at the pig which was fast disappearing in the distance. 'Ah, well!' he said, 'I suppose thou hadst as much right to the road as I had. Besides, how many gold pieces I have earned by the help of thy bristles, and never have I given any of thy family even a drop of soup in payment.' Another time he went riding with a very learned lawyer into the country to look after his property. For when Bondone died, he left all his fields and his farm to his painter son. Very soon a storm came on, and the rain poured down as if it never meant to stop. 'Let us seek shelter in this farmhouse and borrow a cloak,' suggested Giotto. So they went in and borrowed two old cloaks from the farmer, and wrapped themselves up from head to foot. Then they mounted their horses and rode back together to Florence. Presently the lawyer turned to look at Giotto, and immediately burst into a loud laugh. The rain was running from the painter's cap, he was splashed with mud, and the old cloak made him look like a very forlorn beggar. 'Dost think if any one met thee now, they would believe that thou art the best painter in the world?' laughed the lawyer.