text_original: "I sometimes think you are a little of that here," said Mrs. Carpenter. "Not wild with joy, mother." Mrs. Carpenter sipped her tea, and stretched out her feet towards the small stove, and seemed to be taking some comfort. But her face was thin and worn, the hands were very thin; a person with more experience than her young daughter would have been ill content with her appearance.
text_transcription: I SOMETIMES THINK YOU ARE A LITTLE OF THAT HERE SAID MISSUS CARPENTER NOT WILD WITH JOY MOTHER MISSUS CARPENTER SIPPED HER TEA AND STRETCHED OUT HER FEET TOWARDS THE SMALL STOVE AND SEEMED TO BE TAKING SOME COMFORT BUT HER FACE WAS THIN AND WORN THE HANDS WERE VERY THIN A PERSON WITH MORE EXPERIENCE THAN HER YOUNG DAUGHTER WOULD HAVE BEEN ILL CONTENT WITH HER APPEARANCE
phonemes: "aɪ sˈʌmtaɪmz θˈɪŋk juː ɑːɹ ɐ lˈɪɾəl ʌv ðæt hˈɪɹ," sˈɛd mˈɪsɪz. kˈɑːɹpəntɚ. "nˌɑːt wˈaɪld wɪð dʒˈɔɪ, mˈʌðɚ." mˈɪsɪz. kˈɑːɹpəntɚ sˈɪpt hɜː tˈiː, ænd stɹˈɛtʃt ˈaʊt hɜː fˈiːt təwˈɔːɹdz ðə smˈɔːl stˈoʊv, ænd sˈiːmd təbi tˈeɪkɪŋ sˌʌm kˈʌmfɚt. bˌʌt hɜː fˈeɪs wʌz θˈɪn ænd wˈɔːɹn, ðə hˈændz wɜː vˈɛɹi θˈɪn; ɐ pˈɜːsən wɪð mˈɔːɹ ɛkspˈiəɹɪəns ðɐn hɜː jˈʌŋ dˈɔːɾɚ wʊdhɐv bˌɪn ˈɪl kəntˈɛnt wɪð hɜːɹ ɐpˈɪɹəns.