text_original: Steadying the hood of her sunbonnet with her hand, the girl gazed long and earnestly, and a lump came into my throat at the thought that the comer might be Tom McChesney. Polly Ann sat down at the block again in disgust. "It's only Chauncey Dike," she said. "Who's Chauncey Dike?" I asked.
text_transcription: STEADYING THE HOOD OF HER SUNBONNET WITH HER HAND THE GIRL GAZED LONG AND EARNESTLY AND A LUMP CAME INTO MY THROAT AT THE THOUGHT THAT THE COMER MIGHT BE TOM MC CHESNEY POLLYANNE SAT DOWN AT THE BLOCK AGAIN IN DISGUST IT'S ONLY CHANCEY DIKE SHE SAID WHO'S CHAUNCY DIKE I ASKED
phonemes: stˈɛdiɪŋ ðə hˈʊd ʌv hɜː sˈʌnbɑːnɪt wɪð hɜː hˈænd, ðə ɡˈɜːl ɡˈeɪzd lˈɔŋ ænd ˈɜːnɪstli, ænd ɐ lˈʌmp kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ maɪ θɹˈoʊt æt ðə θˈɔːt ðætðə kˈʌmɚ mˌaɪt biː tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni. pˈɑːli ˈæn sˈæt dˌaʊn æt ðə blˈɑːk ɐɡˈɛn ɪn dɪsɡˈʌst. "ɪts ˈoʊnli tʃˈɔːnsi dˈaɪk," ʃiː sˈɛd. "hˌuːz tʃˈɔːnsi dˈaɪk?" aɪ ˈæskt.