They work for the work's sake, and I work for the praise.

If I win the scholarship, it'll be because you want me to, Martha; if I come to be a lawyer, it's because it's the wish of the judge's heart; and if I win out in the end, it will be for the love of some one--some one who cares more for that than for anything else in the world." She dropped her eyes, while he watched the flight of a song-bird as it wheeled about overhead.

Presently she opened an old portfolio and took from it a little sketch.
"I have been trying to get up courage to show it to you all week," she said, with a deprecatory laugh.
"It's the river," cried Sandy, "just at sundown, when the shadows are slipping away from the bank! Martha, why didn't ye tell me?
Are there more ?" He ransacked the portfolio, drawing out sketch after sketch and exclaiming over each.

They were crude little efforts, faulty in drawing and in color; but the spirit was there, and Sandy had a vague instinct for the essence of things.
"I believe you're the real kind, Martha.

They're crooked a bit, but they've got the feel of the woods in 'em, all right.