text_original: "She'll never be lonesome here," was Dick's first thought at the sight of her flying across the lawn to meet the car, a half dozen dogs at her heels. And his second thought, as they stopped and she stood beside them, was her father's description of the months before  "so slight and fine and free moving."
text_transcription: SHE'LL NEVER BE LONESOME HERE WAS DICK'S FIRST THOUGHT AT THE SIGHT OF HER FLYING ACROSS THE LAWN TO MEET THE CAR A HALF DOZEN DOGS AT HER HEELS AND HIS SECOND THOUGHT AS THEY STOPPED AND SHE STOOD BESIDE THEM WAS HER FATHER'S DESCRIPTION OF THE MONTHS BEFORE SO SLIGHT AND FINE AND FREE MOVING
phonemes: "ʃiːl nˈɛvɚ biː lˈoʊnsʌm hˈɪɹ," wʌz dˈɪks fˈɜːst θˈɔːt æt ðə sˈaɪt ʌv hɜː flˈaɪɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə lˈɔːn tə mˈiːt ðə kˈɑːɹ, ɐ hˈæf dˈʌzən dˈɑːɡz æt hɜː hˈiːlz. ænd hɪz sˈɛkənd θˈɔːt, æz ðeɪ stˈɑːpt ænd ʃiː stˈʊd bᵻsˈaɪd ðˌɛm, wʌz hɜː fˈɑːðɚz dᵻskɹˈɪpʃən ʌvðə mˈʌnθs bᵻfˈɔːɹ  "sˌoʊ slˈaɪt ænd fˈaɪn ænd fɹˈiː mˈuːvɪŋ."