text_original: "Perhaps this man was stiff," said Mrs. Carpenter amused. "He was not stiff in the least; but mother, what is a gentleman?" "I do not know how to tell you, Rotha. Your description sounds very much like one." A day or two after, Mr. Digby came again, and had an interview with Mrs. Carpenter. This time he paid no attention to Rotha, and I think the little girl was somewhat disappointed. The next day he came again and brought with him the bundle of shirts. He inquired now very kindly into Mrs. Carpenter's state of health, and offered to send his own physician to see her.
text_transcription: PERHAPS THIS MAN WAS STIFF SAID MISSUS CARPENTER AMUSED HE WAS NOT STIFF IN THE LEAST BUT MOTHER WHAT IS A GENTLEMAN I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU ROTHA YOUR DESCRIPTION SOUNDS VERY MUCH LIKE ONE A DAY OR TWO AFTER MISTER DIGBY CAME AGAIN AND HAD AN INTERVIEW WITH MISSUS CARPENTER THIS TIME HE PAID NO ATTENTION TO ROTHA AND I THINK THE LITTLE GIRL WAS SOMEWHAT DISAPPOINTED THE NEXT DAY HE CAME AGAIN AND BROUGHT WITH HIM THE BUNDLE OF SHIRTS HE INQUIRED NOW VERY KINDLY INTO MISSUS CARPENTER'S STATE OF HEALTH AND OFFERED TO SEND HIS OWN PHYSICIAN TO SEE HER
phonemes: "pɚhˈæps ðɪs mˈæn wʌz stˈɪf," sˈɛd mˈɪsɪz. kˈɑːɹpəntɚɹ ɐmjˈuːzd. "hiː wʌz nˌɑːt stˈɪf ɪnðə lˈiːst; bˌʌt mˈʌðɚ, wˌʌt ɪz ɐ dʒˈɛntəlmən?" "aɪ duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ hˌaʊ tə tˈɛl juː, ɹˈɑːθə. jʊɹ dᵻskɹˈɪpʃən sˈaʊndz vˈɛɹi mˈʌtʃ lˈaɪk wˌʌn." ɐ dˈeɪ ɔːɹ tˈuː ˈæftɚ, mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪɡbi kˈeɪm ɐɡˈɛn, ænd hæd ɐn ˈɪntɚvjˌuː wɪð mˈɪsɪz. kˈɑːɹpəntɚ. ðɪs tˈaɪm hiː pˈeɪd nˈoʊ ɐtˈɛnʃən tə ɹˈɑːθə, ænd aɪ θˈɪŋk ðə lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɜːl wʌz sˈʌmwʌt dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntᵻd. ðə nˈɛkst dˈeɪ hiː kˈeɪm ɐɡˈɛn ænd bɹˈɔːt wɪð hˌɪm ðə bˈʌndəl ʌv ʃˈɜːts. hiː ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd nˈaʊ vˈɛɹi kˈaɪndli ˌɪntʊ mˈɪsɪz. kˈɑːɹpəntɚz stˈeɪt ʌv hˈɛlθ, ænd ˈɔfɚd tə sˈɛnd hɪz ˈoʊn fɪzˈɪʃən tə sˈiː hɜː.