text_original: The flute like treble trills and triplets seemed like the joyous chirpings of a hundred birds. The music  mistress and the scene painter used to sit and watch her as she played ; their admiring eyes followed her as she flitted to and fro, and they wondered at her grace and beauty.
text_transcription: THE FLUTE LIKE TREBLE TRILLS AND TRIPLETS SEEMED LIKE THE JOYOUS CHIRPINGS OF A HUNDRED BIRDS THE MUSIC MISTRESS AND THE SCENE PAINTER USED TO SIT AND WATCH HER AS SHE PLAYED THEIR ADMIRING EYES FOLLOWED HER AS SHE FLITTED TO AND FRO AND THEY WONDERED AT HER GRACE AND BEAUTY
phonemes: ðə flˈuːt lˈaɪk tɹˈɛbəl tɹˈɪlz ænd tɹˈɪplɪts sˈiːmd lˈaɪk ðə dʒˈɔɪəs tʃˈɜːpɪŋz əvə hˈʌndɹɪd bˈɜːdz. ðə mjˈuːzɪk mˈɪstɹəs ænd ðə sˈiːn pˈeɪntɚ jˈuːzd tə sˈɪt ænd wˈɑːtʃ hɜːɹ æz ʃiː plˈeɪd ; ðɛɹ ɐdmˈaɪɚɹɪŋ ˈaɪz fˈɑːloʊd hɜːɹ æz ʃiː flˈɪɾᵻd tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ, ænd ðeɪ wˈʌndɚd æt hɜː ɡɹˈeɪs ænd bjˈuːɾi.