text_original: I leaped to the ground, and she hugged me in her arms as though I had been a child, calling my name again and again, and little Tom pulling at the skirts of my coat. I caught the youngster by the collar. "Polly Ann," said I, "he's grown to what I was when you picked me up, a foundling." "And now it's little Davy no more," she answered, swept me a courtesy, and added, with a little quiver in her voice, "ye are a gentleman now."
text_transcription: I LEAPED TO THE GROUND AND SHE HUGGED ME IN HER ARMS AS THOUGH I HAD BEEN A CHILD CALLING MY NAME AGAIN AND AGAIN AND LITTLE TOM PULLING AT THE SKIRTS OF MY COAT I CAUGHT THE YOUNGSTER BY THE COLLAR POLLYAN SAID I HE'S GROWN TO WHAT I WAS WHEN YOU PICKED ME UP A FOUNDLING AND NOW IT'S LITTLE DAVY NO MORE SHE ANSWERED SWEPT ME A COURTESY AND ADDED WITH A LITTLE QUIVER IN HER VOICE YE'RE A GENTLEMAN NOW
phonemes: aɪ lˈiːpt tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd ʃiː hˈʌɡd mˌiː ɪn hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz æz ðˌoʊ aɪ hɐdbɪn ɐ tʃˈaɪld, kˈɔːlɪŋ maɪ nˈeɪm ɐɡˈɛn ænd ɐɡˈɛn, ænd lˈɪɾəl tˈɑːm pˈʊlɪŋ æt ðə skˈɜːts ʌv maɪ kˈoʊt. aɪ kˈɔːt ðə jˈʌŋstɚ baɪ ðə kˈɑːlɚ. "pˈɑːli ˈæn," sˈɛd ˈaɪ, "hiːz ɡɹˈoʊn tə wʌt aɪ wʌz wɛn juː pˈɪkt mˌiː ˈʌp, ɐ fˈaʊndlɪŋ." "ænd nˈaʊ ɪts lˈɪɾəl dˈeɪvi nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ," ʃiː ˈænsɚd, swˈɛpt mˌiː ɐ kˈɜːɾəsi, ænd ˈædᵻd, wɪð ɐ lˈɪɾəl kwˈɪvɚɹ ɪn hɜː vˈɔɪs, "jiː ɑːɹ ɐ dʒˈɛntəlmən nˈaʊ."