text_original: The musician across the street stopped his fiddling, glanced at me, smiled knowingly at the children; and they paused in their dance to stare. Then one of the doors was pushed open a scant four inches, a scarlet madras handkerchief appeared in the crack above a yellow face.
text_transcription: THE MUSICIAN ACROSS THE STREET STOPPED HIS FIDDLING GLANCED AT ME SMILED KNOWINGLY AT THE CHILDREN AND THEY PAUSED IN THEIR DANCE TO STARE THEN ONE OF THE DOORS WAS PUSHED OPEN ASKANT FOUR INCHES A SECRET MODEROUS HANDKERCHIEF APPEARED IN THE CRACK ABOVE A YELLOW FACE
phonemes: ðə mjuːzˈɪʃən əkɹˌɑːs ðə stɹˈiːt stˈɑːpt hɪz fˈɪdlɪŋ, ɡlˈænst æt mˌiː, smˈaɪld nˈoʊɪŋli æt ðə tʃˈɪldɹən; ænd ðeɪ pˈɔːzd ɪn ðɛɹ dˈæns tə stˈɛɹ. ðˈɛn wˈʌn ʌvðə dˈɔːɹz wʌz pˈʊʃt ˈoʊpən ɐ skˈænt fˈɔːɹ ˈɪntʃᵻz, ɐ skˈɑːɹlɪt mədɹˈɑːs hˈændkɚtʃˌiːf ɐpˈɪɹd ɪnðə kɹˈæk əbˌʌv ɐ jˈɛloʊ fˈeɪs.