text_original: And she would smile at him bravely and say, "I reckon I kin look out for Davy awhile yet." But when he was gone, and the crooning stillness set in, broken only by the many sounds of the night, we would sit huddled together by the fire. It was dread for him she felt, not for herself.
text_transcription: AND SHE WOULD SMILE AT HIM BRAVELY AND SAY I RECKON I CAN LOOK OUT FOR DAVY A WHILE YET BUT WHEN HE WAS GONE AND THE CROONING STILLNESS SET IN BROKEN ONLY BY THE MANY SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT WE WOULD SIT HUDDLED TOGETHER BY THE FIRE IT WAS DREAD FOR HIM SHE FELT NOT FOR HERSELF
phonemes: ænd ʃiː wʊd smˈaɪl æt hˌɪm bɹˈeɪvli ænd sˈeɪ, "aɪ ɹˈɛkən aɪ kˈɪn lˈʊk ˈaʊt fɔːɹ dˈeɪvi ɐwˈaɪl jˈɛt." bˌʌt wɛn hiː wʌz ɡˈɔn, ænd ðə kɹˈuːnɪŋ stˈɪlnəs sˈɛt ˈɪn, bɹˈoʊkən ˈoʊnli baɪ ðə mˈɛni sˈaʊndz ʌvðə nˈaɪt, wiː wʊd sˈɪt hˈʌdəld təɡˌɛðɚ baɪ ðə fˈaɪɚ. ɪt wʌz dɹˈɛd fɔːɹ hˌɪm ʃiː fˈɛlt, nˌɑːt fɔːɹ hɜːsˈɛlf.