text_original: "Pore things!" said Polly Ann, compassionately. "So ye fetched 'em home." "They hadn't a place ter go," said he, "and I reckoned 'twould give 'em time ter ketch breath, an' turn around.
text_transcription: POOR THINGS SAID POLLYAN COMPASSIONATELY SO YOU FETCHED EM HOME THEY HADN'T A PLACE TO GO SAID HE AND I RECKON TWOULD GIVE EM TIME TO FETCH BREATH AND TURN AROUND
phonemes: "pˈɔːɹ θˈɪŋz!" sˈɛd pˈɑːli ˈæn, kəmpˈæʃənətli. "sˌoʊ jiː fˈɛtʃt ˈɛm hˈoʊm." "ðeɪ hˈædənt ɐ plˈeɪs tˈɜː ɡˈoʊ," sˈɛd hiː, "ænd aɪ ɹˈɛkənd twˈʊd ɡˈɪv ˈɛm tˈaɪm tˈɜː kˈɛtʃ bɹˈɛθ, æn tˈɜːn ɚɹˈaʊnd.