text_original: The storm rolled away with the night, and Mammy came through the hall with a candle. "Whah is you, Marse Nick? Whah is you, honey? You' suppah's ready." And so we went into our little dining room, but I would not eat. The good old negress brushed her eyes with her apron as she pressed a cake upon me she had made herself, for she had grown fond of me. And presently we went away silently to bed.
text_transcription: THE STORM ROLLED AWAY WITH THE NIGHT AND MAMMY CAME THROUGH THE HALL WITH A CANDLE WHERE'S YOU MARS NICK WHERE IS YOU HONEY YOUR SUPPER'S READY AND SO WE WENT INTO OUR LITTLE DINING ROOM BUT I WOULD NOT EAT THE GOOD OLD NEGRESS BRUSHED HER EYES WITH HER APRON AS SHE PRESSED A CAKE UPON ME SHE HAD MADE HERSELF FOR SHE HAD GROWN FOND OF ME AND PRESENTLY WE WENT AWAY SILENTLY TO BED
phonemes: ðə stˈɔːɹm ɹˈoʊld ɐwˈeɪ wɪððə nˈaɪt, ænd mˈæmi kˈeɪm θɹuː ðə hˈɔːl wɪð ɐ kˈændəl. "wˈɑː ɪz juː, mˈɑːɹs nˈɪk? wˈɑː ɪz juː, hˈʌni? juː səpˈɑːz ɹˈɛdi." ænd sˌoʊ wiː wɛnt ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚ lˈɪɾəl dˈaɪnɪŋ ɹˈuːm, bˌʌt aɪ wʊd nˌɑːt ˈiːt. ðə ɡˈʊd ˈoʊld niːɡɹˈɛs bɹˈʌʃt hɜːɹ ˈaɪz wɪð hɜːɹ ˈeɪpɹən æz ʃiː pɹˈɛst ɐ kˈeɪk əpˌɑːn mˌiː ʃiː hæd mˌeɪd hɜːsˈɛlf, fɔːɹ ʃiː hæd ɡɹˈoʊn fˈɑːnd ʌv mˌiː. ænd pɹˈɛzəntli wiː wɛnt ɐwˈeɪ sˈaɪləntli tə bˈɛd.