They were merry girls, by no means plain, and very fond of her.

The younger, Anne Mirl, was even considered pretty, and had many suitors.

They had learned from their house steward, who had been told by a fellow-countryman in the royal service, that his Majesty had rewarded Barbara for her exquisite singing with a magnificent ornament, and they wanted to see it.
So Barbara was obliged to open the chest again, and when the star flashed upon them the rich girls clapped their hands in admiration, and Anne Mirl did not understand how any one could toss such an exquisite memento into a chest as if it were a worn-out glove.

If the Emperor Charles had honoured her with such a gift, she would never remove it from her neck, but even wear it to bed.
"Everybody to her taste," replied Barbara curtly, shrugging her shoulders.
Never had her cousins seemed to her so insignificant and commonplace; and, besides, their visit was extremely inopportune.
But the Woller sisters were accustomed to see her in all sorts of moods, and Nandl, the elder, a quiet, thoughtful girl, asked her how she felt.
To possess such heavenly gifts as her voice and her beauty must be the most glorious of all glorious things.
"And the honour, the honour!" cried Anne Mirl.

"Do you know, Wawerl, one might almost want to poison you from sheer envy and jealousy.