text_original: Then, dropping frying pan and bacon, and throwing her apron over her head, she fell into a chair and rocking back and forth, cried in her sorrow: "O Mikey, Mikey! What's the use of it all? What's the use of it all?" As Dick recalled the miserable hour later, there was one strong and uplifting thing in it  the woman's brave efforts to control her grief and attend to his morning wants.
text_transcription: THEN DROPPING FRYING PAN AND BACON AND THROWING HER APRON OVER HER HEAD SHE FELL INTO A CHAIR AND WALKING BACK AND FORTH CRIED IN HER SORROW OH MY KING MY KEITH WHAT'S THE USE OF IT ALL WHAT'S THE USE OF IT ALL AS DICK RECALLED THE MISERABLE HOUR LATER THERE WAS ONE STRONG AND UPLIFTING THING IN IT THE WOMAN'S BRAVE EFFORTS TO CONTROL HER GRIEF AND ATTEND TO HIS MORNING WANTS
phonemes: ðˈɛn, dɹˈɑːpɪŋ fɹˈaɪɪŋ pˈæn ænd bˈeɪkən, ænd θɹˈoʊɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈeɪpɹən ˌoʊvɚ hɜː hˈɛd, ʃiː fˈɛl ˌɪntʊ ɐ tʃˈɛɹ ænd ɹˈɑːkɪŋ bˈæk ænd fˈɔːɹθ, kɹˈaɪd ɪn hɜː sˈɑːɹoʊ: "ˈoʊ mˈaɪki, mˈaɪki! wˌʌts ðə jˈuːs ʌv ɪɾ ˈɔːl? wˌʌts ðə jˈuːs ʌv ɪɾ ˈɔːl?" æz dˈɪk ɹᵻkˈɔːld ðə mˈɪzɹəbəl ˈaʊɚ lˈeɪɾɚ, ðɛɹwˌʌz wˈʌn stɹˈɔŋ ænd ʌplˈɪftɪŋ θˈɪŋ ɪn ɪt ðə wˈʊmənz bɹˈeɪv ˈɛfɚts tə kəntɹˈoʊl hɜː ɡɹˈiːf ænd ɐtˈɛnd tə hɪz mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wˈɔnts.