text_original: Rotha bestirred herself and set the little table. Not very much went on it, besides the cups and plates; but there was a loaf of bread, and Rotha made a slice of toast; and Mrs. Carpenter sipped her tea as if she found it refreshing. "I wish I had a good tumbler of milk," sighed Rotha; "real milk, not like this.
text_transcription: ROTHA BESTIRRED HERSELF AND SET THE LITTLE TABLE NOT VERY MUCH WENT ON IT BESIDES THE CUPS AND PLATES BUT THERE WAS A LOAF OF BREAD AND ROTHA MADE A SLICE OF TOAST AND MISSUS CARPENTER SIPPED HER TEA AS IF SHE FOUND IT REFRESHING I WISH I HAD A GOOD TUMBLER OF MILK SIGHED RATHA REAL MILK NOT LIKE THIS
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə bᵻstˈɜːd hɜːsˈɛlf ænd sˈɛt ðə lˈɪɾəl tˈeɪbəl. nˌɑːt vˈɛɹi mˈʌtʃ wɛnt ˈɔn ɪt, bᵻsˌaɪdz ðə kˈʌps ænd plˈeɪts; bˌʌt ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈoʊf ʌv bɹˈɛd, ænd ɹˈɑːθə mˌeɪd ɐ slˈaɪs ʌv tˈoʊst; ænd mˈɪsɪz. kˈɑːɹpəntɚ sˈɪpt hɜː tˈiː æz ɪf ʃiː fˈaʊnd ɪt ɹᵻfɹˈɛʃɪŋ. "aɪ wˈɪʃ aɪ hæd ɐ ɡˈʊd tˈʌmblɚɹ ʌv mˈɪlk," sˈaɪd ɹˈɑːθə; "ɹˈiːəl mˈɪlk, nˌɑːt lˈaɪk ðˈɪs.