I can just hear the water going over those stones." Martha's eyes glowed at the praise.

For a year she had reached forward blindly toward some outlet for her cramped, limited existence, and suddenly a way seemed open toward the light.
"I wanted to learn how before I showed you," she said.

"I am never going to show them to any one but you and mother and father." "But you must go somewhere to study," cried Sandy.

"It's a great artist you'll be some day." She shook her head.

"It's not for me, Sandy.