I’m not sure if you can help or not, but I’m trying to remember a story that I either read or heard as a child. It goes something like this:

There once lived a famous artist.  He was highly respected and thought of everywhere, as a great man.  As fate would have it, the great man happened one day to travel through the city where his daughter and granddaughter lived.  So he called and asked if he could join them for dinner.  Of course he was invited with open arms.  His daughter was very excited and determined that all must be perfectly arranged, for after all, her father was a great man.  In time the father came and they sat down to dinner.  Soon a soup was served, and the man’s little granddaughter, paying more attention to her grandfather than her manners, made a bit of a mess. This embarrassed and angered her mother.  So after dinner, the little girl was sent to stand in the corner until she could learn manners. The grandfather said nothing, and in time they all retired for the evening.  The next morning the daughter came to prepare for the morning meal and was startled to see her father painting a beautiful mural in the corner where just the night before his granddaughter had stood.  It was the most beautiful mural she had ever seen, and it was obvious that her father had been up all night painting it.  Why, she asked, why have you painted this?  Then the grandfather said to her, if my little granddaughter has to spend so much time standing in this corner,  I want to be sure she has something beautiful to look at.