text_original: "You have your pony. You can follow the coach." "David is to ride the pony," said Nick, generously. "May I go in the coach?" "No," she said, "there is no room for you." Nicholas flared up. "Harry Riddle is going in the coach. I don't see why you can't take me sometimes. You like him better than me." The lady flushed very red. "How dare you, Nick!" she cried angrily. "What has Mr. Mason been putting into your head?"
text_transcription: YOU HAVE YOUR PONY YOU CAN FOLLOW THE COACH DAVID IS TO RIDE THE PONY SAID NICK GENEROUSLY MAY I GO IN THE COACH NO SHE SAID THERE'S NO ROOM FOR YOU NICHOLAS FLARED UP HARRY RIDDLE IS GOING IN THE COACH I DON'T SEE WHY YOU CAN'T TAKE ME SOMETIMES YOU LIKE HIM BETTER THAN ME THE LADY FLUSHED VERY RED HOW DARE YOU NICK SHE CRIED ANGRILY WHAT HAS MISTER MASON BEEN PUTTING INTO YOUR HEAD
phonemes: "juː hæv jʊɹ pˈoʊni. juː kæn fˈɑːloʊ ðə kˈoʊtʃ." "dˈeɪvɪd ɪz tə ɹˈaɪd ðə pˈoʊni," sˈɛd nˈɪk, dʒˈɛnɚɹəsli. "mˈeɪ aɪ ɡˌoʊ ɪnðə kˈoʊtʃ?" "nˈoʊ," ʃiː sˈɛd, "ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ ɹˈuːm fɔːɹ juː." nˈɪkələs flˈɛɹd ˈʌp. "hˈæɹi ɹˈɪdəl ɪz ɡˌoʊɪŋ ɪnðə kˈoʊtʃ. aɪ dˈoʊnt sˈiː wˌaɪ juː kˈænt tˈeɪk mˌiː sˈʌmtaɪmz. juː lˈaɪk hˌɪm bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn mˌiː." ðə lˈeɪdi flˈʌʃt vˈɛɹi ɹˈɛd. "hˌaʊ dˈɛɹ juː, nˈɪk!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd ˈæŋɡɹili. "wˌʌt hɐz mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪsən bˌɪn pˈʊɾɪŋ ˌɪntʊ jʊɹ hˈɛd?"