text_original: "And the children," Polly Ann continued,  "ye'll not make me pick up the four of 'em, and pack it to Louisiana, because Mr. Colfax wants the land we've made for ourselves." There were four of them now, indeed,  the youngest still in the bark cradle in the corner. He bore a no less illustrious name than that of the writer of these chronicles.
text_transcription: AND THE CHILDREN POLLYAN CONTINUED YOU'LL NOT MAKE ME PICK UP THE FOUR OF EM AND PACK IT TO LOUISIANA BECAUSE MISTER COLFAX WANTS THE LAND WE'VE MADE FOR OURSELVES THERE WERE FOUR OF THEM NOW INDEED THE YOUNGEST STILL IN THE BARK CRADLE IN THE CORNER HE BORE NO LESS ILLUSTRIOUS NAME THAN THAT OF THE WRITER OF THESE CHRONICLES
phonemes: "ænd ðə tʃˈɪldɹən," pˈɑːli ˈæn kəntˈɪnjuːd,  "jˌiːəl nˌɑːt mˌeɪk mˌiː pˈɪk ˌʌp ðə fˈɔːɹ ʌv ˈɛm, ænd pˈæk ɪt tə luːˌiːzɪˈænə, bɪkˈʌz mˈɪstɚ. kˈɑːlfæks wˈɔnts ðə lˈænd wiːv mˌeɪd fɔːɹ aʊɚsˈɛlvz." ðɛɹwˌɜː fˈɔːɹ ʌv ðˌɛm nˈaʊ, ˌɪndˈiːd,  ðə jˈʌŋɡɪst stˈɪl ɪnðə bˈɑːɹk kɹˈeɪdəl ɪnðə kˈɔːɹnɚ. hiː bˈɔːɹ ɐ nˈoʊ lˈɛs ɪlˈʌstɹiəs nˈeɪm ðɐn ðæt ʌvðə ɹˈaɪɾɚɹ ʌv ðiːz kɹˈɑːnɪkəlz.