Indeed, she could not praise Els, the elder, sufficiently.

She was very just, the careful nurse of her invalid mother, and always unvarying in her cheerful kindness.
She had no fault to find with Eva either, especially as she was more religious than any one in the whole house.

Spite of her marvellous beauty--Katterle knew that there was nothing false about it--she would probably end by joining the nuns in the convent.

But her mood changed with every breath, like the weathercock on the steeple.

If she got out of bed the wrong way, or one did not guess her wishes before they were uttered, she would fly into a rage at the least trifle.