"I bet you twopence I've got something in the shop that would make you well.

Three fingers of happiness, neat and hot, at night--" "But, witch--oh, witch--this is the worst of all.

My ears are failing me--I think I am going deaf...." "You can hear what I say," said the witch.
"Yes, I can hear what you say, but when most people talk I am like a prisoner locked up; and every day there are more and more locked doors between me and the world.

You do not know how horrible it is." "Oh, well," said the witch, "as long as you can hear magic you will not lack a key to your prison.

Sometimes it's better not to hear the other things.