text_original: Here was a quaint stone horse mill, a stable, or a barn set uncouthly on the street; a baker's shop, with a glimpse of the white capped baker through the shaded doorway, and an appetizing smell of hot bread in the air.
text_transcription: HERE WAS A QUAINT STONE HORSE MILL A STABLE OR A BARN SET UNCOUTHLY ON THE STREET A BAKER'S SHOP WITH A GLIMPSE OF THE WHITE CAPPED BAKER THROUGH THE SHADED DOORWAY AND AN APPETIZING SMELL OF HOT BREAD IN THE AIR
phonemes: hˈɪɹ wʌzɐ kwˈeɪnt stˈoʊn hˈɔːɹs mˈɪl, ɐ stˈeɪbəl, ɔːɹ ɐ bˈɑːɹn sˈɛt ʌŋkˈuːθli ɔnðə stɹˈiːt; ɐ bˈeɪkɚz ʃˈɑːp, wɪð ɐ ɡlˈɪmps ʌvðə wˈaɪt kˈæpt bˈeɪkɚ θɹuː ðə ʃˈeɪdᵻd dˈɔːɹweɪ, ænd ɐn ˈæpɪtˌaɪzɪŋ smˈɛl ʌv hˈɑːt bɹˈɛd ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ.