text_original: "Davy, dear," said a voice, tenderly. Out of the mist the tear stained face of Polly Ann bent over me. I put up my hand, and dropped it again with a cry.
text_transcription: DAVY DEAR SAID A VOICE TENDERLY OUT OF THE MIDST THE TEAR STAINED FACE OF POLLYANNE BENT OVER ME I PUT UP MY HAND AND DROPPED IT AGAIN WITH A CRY
phonemes: "dˈeɪvi, dˈɪɹ," sˈɛd ɐ vˈɔɪs, tˈɛndɚli. ˌaʊɾəv ðə mˈɪst ðə tˈɪɹ stˈeɪnd fˈeɪs ʌv pˈɑːli ˈæn bˈɛnt ˈoʊvɚ mˌiː. aɪ pˌʊt ˌʌp maɪ hˈænd, ænd dɹˈɑːpt ɪɾ ɐɡˈɛn wɪð ɐ kɹˈaɪ.