text_original: "Visitors!" cried the lady. "What 'll your Uncle Crawford say?" And she looked at us smiling, but with no great hostility. "Pardon me, Madam," said my father, "if we seem to intrude. But my mare is tired, and we have nowhere to stay."
text_transcription: VISITORS CRIED THE LADY WHAT DO YOUR UNCLE CRAWFORD SAY AND SHE LOOKED AT US SMILING BUT WITH NO GREAT HOSTILITY PARDON ME MADAM SAID MY FATHER IF WE SEEM TO INTRUDE BUT MY MARE IS TIRED AND WE HAVE NOWHERE TO STAY
phonemes: "vˈɪzɪɾɚz!" kɹˈaɪd ðə lˈeɪdi. "wˌʌt ˌɛlˈɛl jʊɹ ˈʌŋkəl kɹˈɔːfɚd sˈeɪ?" ænd ʃiː lˈʊkt æɾ ˌʌs smˈaɪlɪŋ, bˌʌt wɪð nˈoʊ ɡɹˈeɪt hɑːstˈɪlᵻɾi. "pˈɑːɹdən mˌiː, mˈædəm," sˈɛd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, "ɪf wiː sˈiːm tʊ ɪntɹˈuːd. bˌʌt maɪ mˈɛɹ ɪz tˈaɪɚd, ænd wiː hæv nˈoʊwɛɹ tə stˈeɪ."