text_original: "'Pon my soul, sometimes I reckon you are a witch." "Polly Ann," I said, "did I ever do anything but good to you?" She made a dive at me, and before I could escape caught me in her strong young arms and hugged me.
text_transcription: PON MY SOUL SOMETIMES I RECKON YOU ARE WITCH POLLYAN I SAID DID I EVER DO ANYTHING BUT GOOD TO YOU SHE MADE A DIVE AT ME AND BEFORE I COULD ESCAPE CAUGHT ME IN HER STRONG YOUNG ARMS AND HUGGED ME
phonemes: "pˈɑːn maɪ sˈoʊl, sˈʌmtaɪmz aɪ ɹˈɛkən juː ɑːɹ ɐ wˈɪtʃ." "pˈɑːli ˈæn," aɪ sˈɛd, "dˈɪd aɪ ˈɛvɚ dˈuː ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ bˌʌt ɡˈʊd tə juː?" ʃiː mˌeɪd ɐ dˈaɪv æt mˌiː, ænd bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ kʊd ɛskˈeɪp kˈɔːt mˌiː ɪn hɜː stɹˈɔŋ jˈʌŋ ˈɑːɹmz ænd hˈʌɡd mˌiː.