text_original: In a packet in my saddle bags were some dozen letters which Mr. Wrenn, the schoolmaster at Harrodstown, had writ at Polly Ann's bidding. I have the letters yet. For Mr. Wrenn was plainly an artist, and had set down on the paper the words just as they had flowed from her heart.
text_transcription: IN A PACKET IN MY SADDLE BAGS WERE SOME DOZEN LETTERS WHICH MISTER WREN THE SCHOOLMASTER AT HOWARDSTOWN HAD WRIT AT POLLYANNE'S BIDDING I HAVE THE LETTERS YET FOR MISTER WREN WAS PLAINLY AN ARTIST AND HAD SET DOWN ON THE PAPER THE WORDS JUST AS THEY HAD FLOWED FROM HER HEART
phonemes: ɪn ɐ pˈækɪt ɪn maɪ sˈædəl bˈæɡz wɜː sˌʌm dˈʌzən lˈɛɾɚz wˌɪtʃ mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɛn, ðə skˈuːlmæstɚɹ æt hˈæɹədstˌaʊn, hæd ɹˈɪt æt pˈɑːli ˈænz bˈɪdɪŋ. aɪ hæv ðə lˈɛɾɚz jˈɛt. fɔːɹ mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɛn wʌz plˈeɪnli ɐn ˈɑːɹɾɪst, ænd hæd sˈɛt dˌaʊn ɔnðə pˈeɪpɚ ðə wˈɜːdz dʒˈʌst æz ðeɪ hæd flˈoʊd fɹʌm hɜː hˈɑːɹt.