text_original: Rotha was just putting on the small tea kettle. Mr. Digby sat down and made kind inquiries. The answers were with the sweet patient composure which he saw was habitual with Mrs. Carpenter. "How is your appetite?" he asked. "I suppose I am not enough in the open air and stirring about, to have it very good." "Have you much strength for 'stirring about'?"
text_transcription: ROTHA WAS JUST PUTTING ON THE SMALL TEA KETTLE MISTER DIGBY SAT DOWN AND MADE KIND INQUIRIES THE ANSWERS WERE WITH A SWEET PATIENT COMPOSURE WHICH HE SAW WAS HABITUAL WITH MISSUS CARPENTER HOW IS YOUR APPETITE HE ASKED I SUPPOSE I AM NOT ENOUGH IN THE OPEN AIR AND STIRRING ABOUT TO HAVE IT VERY GOOD HAVE YOU MUCH STRENGTH FOR STIRRING ABOUT
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə wʌz dʒˈʌst pˈʊɾɪŋ ɔnðə smˈɔːl tˈiː kˈɛɾəl. mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪɡbi sˈæt dˌaʊn ænd mˌeɪd kˈaɪnd ˈɪŋkwɚɹiz. ðɪ ˈænsɚz wɜː wɪððə swˈiːt pˈeɪʃənt kəmpˈoʊʒɚ wˌɪtʃ hiː sˈɔː wʌz hɐbˈɪtʃuːəl wɪð mˈɪsɪz. kˈɑːɹpəntɚ. "hˌaʊ ɪz jʊɹ ˈæpɪtˌaɪt?" hiː ˈæskt. "aɪ səpˈoʊz aɪɐm nˌɑːt ɪnˈʌf ɪnðɪ ˈoʊpən ˈɛɹ ænd stˈɜːɹɪŋ ɐbˈaʊt, tə hæv ɪt vˈɛɹi ɡˈʊd." "hæv juː mˈʌtʃ stɹˈɛŋθ fɔːɹ stˈɜːɹɪŋ ɐbˈaʊt?"