"Shall I try it ?" "No, thank you.

I am afraid my thoughts would be louder than your words, and I should be listening to them and losing what you are saying." "And, pray, what are these remarkably noisy thoughts ?" asked the lady.
"Let me listen and hear them too." "I don't think I could say just what they are," replied Phebe, dreamily.
"They are running through my head more like indistinct music than like real thoughts.

And I never was clever at saying things, you know.

But, oh! I do feel very happy." "You look so," said Soeur Angelique, tenderly.

"You poor little one, is it just the getting well again that makes you so ?" Phebe flushed ever so slightly.