text_original: Sometimes we ran across her in the garden paths walking with a gallant,  oftenest Mr. Riddle. It was a beautiful garden, with hedge bordered walks and flowers wondrously massed in color, a high brick wall surrounding it. Frequently Mrs. Temple and Mr. Riddle would play at cards there of an afternoon, and when that musical, unbelieving laugh of hers came floating over the wall, Nick would say:   "Mamma is winning."
text_transcription: SOMETIMES WE RAN ACROSS HER IN THE GARDEN PATH WALKING WITH A GALLANT OFTENEST MISTER RIDDLE IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL GARDEN WITH HEDGE BORDERED WALKS AND FLOWERS WONDROUSLY MASSED IN COLOUR THE HIGH BRICK WALLS SURROUNDING IT FREQUENTLY MISSUS TEMPLE AND MISTER RIDDLE WOULD PLAY AT CARDS THERE IN THE AFTERNOON AND WHEN THAT MUSICAL UNBELIEVING LAUGH OF HERS CAME FLOATING OVER THE WALL NICK WOULD SAY MAMMA IS WINNING
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz wiː ɹˈæn əkɹˌɑːs hɜːɹ ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən pˈæθs wˈɔːkɪŋ wɪð ɐ ɡˈælənt,  ˈɔfiːnɪst mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl. ɪt wʌzɐ bjˈuːɾifəl ɡˈɑːɹdən, wɪð hˈɛdʒ bˈɔːɹdɚd wˈɔːks ænd flˈaʊɚz wˈʌndɹəsli mˈæst ɪn kˈʌlɚ, ɐ hˈaɪ bɹˈɪk wˈɔːl sɚɹˈaʊndɪŋ ɪt. fɹˈiːkwəntli mˈɪsɪz. tˈɛmpəl ænd mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl wʊd plˈeɪ æt kˈɑːɹdz ðɛɹ əvən ˌæftɚnˈuːn, ænd wɛn ðæt mjˈuːzɪkəl, ʌnbᵻlˈiːvɪŋ lˈæf ʌv hɜːz kˈeɪm flˈoʊɾɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈɔːl, nˈɪk wʊd sˈeɪ:   "mˈæmə ɪz wˈɪnɪŋ."