text_original: "Come, Davy," he said, "ye're so little, and I beant hungry." Again I shook my head, and for the life of me I could say nothing. "I reckon Polly Ann'd never forgive me if anything was to happen to you," said he.
text_transcription: COME DAVY HE SAID YES SO LITTLE AND I BENT HUNGRY AGAIN I SHOOK MY HEAD AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME I COULD SAY NOTHING I RECKON POLLYAN NEVER FORGIVE ME IF ANYTHING WAS TO HAPPEN TO YOU SAID HE
phonemes: "kˈʌm, dˈeɪvi," hiː sˈɛd, "jˌiːɚ sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl, ænd aɪ bˈiːnt hˈʌŋɡɹi." ɐɡˈɛn aɪ ʃˈʊk maɪ hˈɛd, ænd fɚðə lˈaɪf ʌv mˌiː aɪ kʊd sˈeɪ nˈʌθɪŋ. "aɪ ɹˈɛkən pˈɑːli ˈænd nˈɛvɚ fɚɡˈɪv mˌiː ɪf ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ wʌz tə hˈæpən tə juː," sˈɛd hiː.