text_original: "Davy," she exclaimed, "little Davy, I reckoned you was gone away from us. Gran'pa, here is Davy back, and he has shot a deer." "You don't say?" replied Mr. Ripley, surveying me and my booty with a grim smile. "How could you, Gran'pa?" said Polly Ann, reproachfully.
text_transcription: DAVY SHE EXCLAIMED LITTLE DAVY I RECKONED YOU WAS GONE AWAY FROM US GRANDPA HERE'S DAVY BACK AND HE SHOT IT HERE YOU DON'T SAY REPLIED MISTER RIPLEY SURVEYING ME IN MY BOOTY WITH A GRIM SMILE HOW COULD YOU GRANDPA SAID POLLYANNE REPROACHFULLY
phonemes: "dˈeɪvi," ʃiː ɛksklˈeɪmd, "lˈɪɾəl dˈeɪvi, aɪ ɹˈɛkənd juː wʌz ɡɔn ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm ˌʌs. ɡɹˈænpə, hˈɪɹ ɪz dˈeɪvi bˈæk, ænd hiː hɐz ʃˈɑːt ɐ dˈɪɹ." "juː dˈoʊnt sˈeɪ?" ɹᵻplˈaɪd mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪpli, sɚvˈeɪɪŋ mˌiː ænd maɪ bˈuːɾi wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈɪm smˈaɪl. "hˌaʊ kˈʊd juː, ɡɹˈænpə?" sˈɛd pˈɑːli ˈæn, ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃfəli.