She had a voice that clove the noise of the wheels, and she had a desire to talk--that was evident.

Talk of her father set her prattling.

It became clear also to his not dishonest, his impressionable mind, that her baby English might be natural.

Or she was mildly playing on it, to give herself an air.
He had no remembrance of such baby English at Baden.

There, however, she was in a state of enthusiasm--the sort of illuminated transparency they show at the end of fireworks.