text_original: For he was a solemn child. The lady smiled at him, and there were two splashes like raindrops on her fair cheeks. As for Mr. Riddle, he went to the door, looked out, and took a last pinch of snuff. "Here is the mistress of the house coming back," he cried, "and singing like the shepherdess in the opera."
text_transcription: FOR HE WAS A SOLEMN CHILD THE LADY SMILED AT HIM AND THERE WERE TWO SPLASHES LIKE RAINDROPS ON HER FAIR CHEEKS AS FOR MISTER RIDDLE HE WENT TO THE DOOR LOOKED OUT AND TOOK A LAST PINCH OF SNUFF HERE'S THE MISTRESS OF THE HOUSE COMING BACK HE CRIED AND SINGING LIKE THE SHEPHERDESS IN THE OPERA
phonemes: fɔːɹ hiː wʌzɐ sˈɑːləm tʃˈaɪld. ðə lˈeɪdi smˈaɪld æt hˌɪm, ænd ðɛɹwˌɜː tˈuː splˈæʃᵻz lˈaɪk ɹˈeɪndɹɑːps ˌɔn hɜː fˈɛɹ tʃˈiːks. æz fɔːɹ mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəl, hiː wɛnt tə ðə dˈɔːɹ, lˈʊkt ˈaʊt, ænd tˈʊk ɐ lˈæst pˈɪntʃ ʌv snˈʌf. "hˈɪɹ ɪz ðə mˈɪstɹəs ʌvðə hˈaʊs kˈʌmɪŋ bˈæk," hiː kɹˈaɪd, "ænd sˈɪŋɪŋ lˈaɪk ðə ʃˈɛfɚdˌɛs ɪnðɪ ˈɑːpɚɹə."