text_original: Polly Ann was radiant in a white linen gown, woven and sewed by her own hands. It was not such a gown as Mrs. Temple, Nick's mother, would have worn, and yet she was to me an hundred times more beautiful than that lady in all her silks.
text_transcription: POLLYAN WAS RADIANT IN A WHITE LINEN GOWN WOVEN AND SEWED BY HER OWN HANDS IT WAS NOT SUCH A GOWN AS MISSUS TEMPLE NICK'S MOTHER WOULD HAVE WORN AND YET SHE WAS TO ME A HUNDRED TIMES MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THAT LADY IN ALL HER SILKS
phonemes: pˈɑːli ˈæn wʌz ɹˈeɪdiənt ɪn ɐ wˈaɪt lˈɪnɪn ɡˈaʊn, wˈoʊvən ænd sˈoʊd baɪ hɜːɹ ˈoʊn hˈændz. ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt sˈʌtʃ ɐ ɡˈaʊn æz mˈɪsɪz. tˈɛmpəl, nˈɪks mˈʌðɚ, wʊdhɐv wˈɔːɹn, ænd jˈɛt ʃiː wʌz tə mˌiː æn hˈʌndɹɪd tˈaɪmz mˈɔːɹ bjˈuːɾifəl ðɐn ðæt lˈeɪdi ɪn ˈɔːl hɜː sˈɪlks.