text_original: "Shucks," Mrs. Cowan was saying loudly, "I reckon ye're as little use to day as Swein Poulsson,  standin' there on one foot. Ye anger me  just grinning at it like a fool  and yer own doin'. Have ye forgot how to talk?"
text_transcription: JUKES MISSUS COWEN WAS SAYING LOUDLY I RECKON YOU'RE AS LITTLE USE TO DAY AS SWIN POLESON STANDING THERE ON ONE FOOT YOU ANGER ME JUST GRINNIN AT IT LIKE A FOOL AND YOUR OWN DOING IF YOU FORGOT HOW TO TALK
phonemes: "ʃˈʌks," mˈɪsɪz. kˈaʊən wʌz sˈeɪɪŋ lˈaʊdli, "aɪ ɹˈɛkən jˌiːɚɹ æz lˈɪɾəl jˈuːs tə dˈeɪ æz swˈeɪn pˈaʊlsən,  stˈændɪn ðɛɹ ˌɔn wˈʌn fˈʊt. jiː ˈæŋɡɚ mˌiː dʒˈʌst ɡɹˈɪnɪŋ æɾ ɪt lˈaɪk ɐ fˈuːl ænd jɚɹ ˈoʊn dˈuːɪn. hæv jiː fɚɡˈɑːt hˌaʊ tə tˈɔːk?"