text_original: replied Mr. Ripley, surveying me and my booty with a grim smile. "How could you, Gran'pa?" said Polly Ann, reproachfully. "Wal," said Mr. Ripley, "the gun was gone, an' Davy. I reckon he ain't sich a little rascal after all."
text_transcription: REPLIED MISTER RIPLEY SURVEYING ME IN MY BOOTY WITH A GRIM SMILE HOW COULD YOU GRANDPA SAID POLLYANNE REPROACHFULLY WELL SAID MISTER WHIPLEY THE GUN WAS GONE AND DAVY I RECKONED HE AIN'T SUCH A LITTLE RASCAL AFTER ALL
phonemes: ɹᵻplˈaɪd mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪpli, sɚvˈeɪɪŋ mˌiː ænd maɪ bˈuːɾi wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈɪm smˈaɪl. "hˌaʊ kˈʊd juː, ɡɹˈænpə?" sˈɛd pˈɑːli ˈæn, ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃfəli. "wˈæl," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪpli, "ðə ɡˈʌn wʌz ɡˈɔn, æn dˈeɪvi. aɪ ɹˈɛkən hiː ˈeɪnt sˈɪtʃ ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɹˈæskəl ˈæftɚɹ ˈɔːl."