But I remember one of them still, because I heard it so many times.

The trial of that little creature's life was the children's hair.

She would tug and strain with her comb, accompanying her work with her misplaced pieties.

And when finally she was through with her triple job she always fired up and exploded her thanks toward the sky, where they belonged, in this form: "_Gott sei Dank ich bin fertig mit'm Gott verdammtes Haar!_" (I believe I am not quite brave enough to translate it.) _From Susy's Biography_.
We at length reached Vassar College and she looked very finely, her buildings and her grounds being very beautiful.

We went to the front doore and range the bell.