ɐmˌʌŋ ðɪs smˈɔːl sˈɜːkəl, luːwˈiːz ɡɹˈædʒuːəli bɪkˌeɪm sˈʌmwʌt lˈɛs ʃˈaɪ ænd ɐpˈɪɹd tʊ ɛndʒˈɔɪ ðə mˈæskɚɹˌeɪd bˈɔːlz.
Among this small circle, Louise gradually became somewhat less shy and appeared to enjoy the masquerade balls.