text_original: "Mamma," said the boy, "where has father gone? Has he run away?" "Yes. Don't bother me, Nick." "I don't believe it," cried Nick, his high voice shaking. "I'd  I'd disown him." At that Mr. Riddle burst into a hearty laugh. "Come, Nick," said he, "it isn't so bad as that. Your father's for his Majesty, like the rest of us. He's merely gone over to fight for him." And he looked at the lady and laughed again.
text_transcription: MAMMA SAID THE BOY WHERE'S FATHER GONE HAS HE RUN AWAY YES DON'T BOTHER ME NICK I DON'T BELIEVE IT CRIED NICK HIS HIGH VOICE SHAKING I DISOWN HIM AT THAT MISTER RIDDLE BURST INTO A HEARTY LAUGH COME NICK SAID HE IT ISN'T SO BAD AS THAT YOUR FATHER'S FOR HIS MAJESTY LIKE THE REST OF US HE'S MERELY GONE OVER TO FIGHT FOR HIM AND HE LOOKED AT THE LADY AND LAUGHED AGAIN
phonemes: "mˈæmə," sˈɛd ðə bˈɔɪ, "wˌɛɹ hɐz fˈɑːðɚ ɡˈɔn? hɐz hiː ɹˈʌn ɐwˈeɪ?" "jˈɛs. dˈoʊnt bˈɑːðɚ mˌiː, nˈɪk." "aɪ dˈoʊnt bᵻlˈiːv ɪt," kɹˈaɪd nˈɪk, hɪz hˈaɪ vˈɔɪs ʃˈeɪkɪŋ. "aɪd aɪd dɪsˈoʊn hˌɪm." æt ðæt mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl bˈɜːst ˌɪntʊ ɐ hˈɑːɹɾi lˈæf. "kˈʌm, nˈɪk," sˈɛd hiː, "ɪɾ ˌɪzənt sˌoʊ bˈæd æz ðˈæt. jʊɹ fˈɑːðɚz fɔːɹ hɪz mˈædʒᵻsti, lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈɛst ʌv ˌʌs. hiːz mˈɪɹli ɡɔn ˌoʊvɚ tə fˈaɪt fɔːɹ hˌɪm." ænd hiː lˈʊkt æt ðə lˈeɪdi ænd lˈæft ɐɡˈɛn.