text_original: "What, be a scene painter, Dick?" cried Eleanor, laughing. "It would be funny for a woman to be a scene painter." " Of course, Miss Vane. But nobody talked of scene painting. You don't suppose I'd ask you to stand on the top of a ladder to put in skies and backgrounds, do you
text_transcription: WHAT BE A SCENE PAINTER DICK CRIED ELEANOR LAUGHING IT WOULD BE FUNNY FOR A WOMAN TO BE A SCENE PAINTER OF COURSE MISS VAIN BUT NOBODY TALKED OF SCENE PAINTING YOU DON'T SUPPOSE I'D ASK YOU TO STAND ON THE TOP OF A LADDER TO PUT IN SKIES AND BACKGROUNDS DO YOU
phonemes: "wˌʌt, biː ɐ sˈiːn pˈeɪntɚ, dˈɪk?" kɹˈaɪd ᵻlˈiːnɚ, lˈæfɪŋ. "ɪt wʊd biː fˈʌni fɚɹə wˈʊmən təbi ɐ sˈiːn pˈeɪntɚ." " ʌv kˈɔːɹs, mˈɪs vˈeɪn. bˌʌt nˈoʊbɑːdi tˈɔːkt ʌv sˈiːn pˈeɪntɪŋ. juː dˈoʊnt səpˈoʊz aɪd ˈæsk juː tə stˈænd ɔnðə tˈɑːp əvə lˈædɚ tə pˌʊt ɪn skˈaɪz ænd bˈækɡɹaʊndz, dˈuː juː