text_original: A good story for the Big Sister to read to the little boys and girls. "Why can't dollies have a Thanksgiving dinner as well as real folks?" asked Polly Pine. [Footnote 29: From "For the Children's Hour," Milton Bradley Company.] "I don't know why," said mamma, laughing; "go and dress them in their best clothes, get the dolls' house swept and dusted and the table ready. Then I'll fix their dinner before we go downstairs." "Oh, how nice!" said Polly Pine.
text_transcription: A GOOD STORY FOR THE BIG SISTER TO READ THE LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS WHY CAN'T DOLLIES HAVE A THANKSGIVING DINNER AS WELL AS REAL FOLKS ASKED POLLY PINE I DON'T KNOW WHY SAID MAMMA LAUGHING GO AND DRESS THEM IN THEIR BEST CLOTHES GET THE DOLL'S HOUSE SWEPT AND US DID AND THE TABLE READY THEN I'LL FIX THEIR DINNER BEFORE WE GO DOWNSTAIRS OH HOW NICE SAID POLLY PINE
phonemes: ɐ ɡˈʊd stˈɔːɹi fɚðə bˈɪɡ sˈɪstɚ tə ɹˈiːd tə ðə lˈɪɾəl bˈɔɪz ænd ɡˈɜːlz. "wˌaɪ kˈænt dˈɑːliz hæv ɐ θˈæŋksɡɪvɪŋ dˈɪnɚɹ æz wˈɛl æz ɹˈiːəl fˈoʊks?" ˈæskt pˈɑːli pˈaɪn. [fˈʊtnoʊt twˈɛnti nˈaɪn: fɹʌm "fɚðə tʃˈɪldɹənz ˈaʊɚ," mˈɪltən bɹˈædli kˈʌmpəni.] "aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wˈaɪ," sˈɛd mˈæmə, lˈæfɪŋ; "ɡˌoʊ ænd dɹˈɛs ðˌɛm ɪn ðɛɹ bˈɛst klˈoʊðz, ɡɛt ðə dˈɑːlz hˈaʊs swˈɛpt ænd dˈʌstᵻd ænd ðə tˈeɪbəl ɹˈɛdi. ðˈɛn aɪl fˈɪks ðɛɹ dˈɪnɚ bᵻfˌɔːɹ wiː ɡˌoʊ dˈaʊnstɛɹz." "ˈoʊ, hˌaʊ nˈaɪs!" sˈɛd pˈɑːli pˈaɪn.