text_original: He ran ahead, still swinging the pail. And we, following, came at length to a comfortable looking farmhouse. As we stopped at the doorway a stout, motherly woman filled it. She held her knitting in her hand.
text_transcription: HE RAN AHEAD STILL SWINGING THE PAIL AND WE FOLLOWING CAME AT LENGTH TO A COMFORTABLE LOOKING FARMHOUSE AS WE STOPPED AT THE DOORWAY A STOUT MOTHERLY WOMAN FILLED IT SHE HELD HER KNITTING IN HER HAND
phonemes: hiː ɹˈæn ɐhˈɛd, stˈɪl swˈɪŋɪŋ ðə pˈeɪl. ænd wiː, fˈɑːloʊɪŋ, kˈeɪm æt lˈɛŋθ tʊ ɐ kˈʌmftəbəl lˈʊkɪŋ fˈɑːɹmhaʊs. æz wiː stˈɑːpt æt ðə dˈɔːɹweɪ ɐ stˈaʊt, mˈʌðɚli wˈʊmən fˈɪld ɪt. ʃiː hˈɛld hɜː nˈɪɾɪŋ ɪn hɜː hˈænd.