text_original: "Well, well, my dear," said Mr. Roberts, "it is not worth while to worry yourself about it; Sunday is a day of rest; everybody indulges a little of a Sunday morning, it is so very natural, you know; one's work done up, one feels like taking a little rest."
text_transcription: WELL WELL MY DEAR SAID MISTER ROBERTS IT IS NOT WORTH WHILE TO WORRY YOURSELF ABOUT IT SUNDAY IS A DAY OF REST EVERYBODY INDULGES A LITTLE OF A SUNDAY MORNING IT IS SO VERY NATURAL YOU KNOW ONE'S WORK DONE UP ONE FEELS LIKE TAKING A LITTLE REST
phonemes: "wˈɛl, wˈɛl, maɪ dˈɪɹ," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɑːbɚts, "ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt wˈɜːθ wˌaɪl tə wˈʌɹi jɔːɹsˈɛlf ɐbˈaʊt ɪt; sˈʌndeɪ ɪz ɐ dˈeɪ ʌv ɹˈɛst; ˈɛvɹɪbˌɑːdi ɪndˈʌldʒᵻz ɐ lˈɪɾəl əvə sˈʌndeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ɪɾ ɪz sˌoʊ vˈɛɹi nˈætʃɚɹəl, juː nˈoʊ; wˈʌnz wˈɜːk dˈʌn ˈʌp, wˈʌn fˈiːlz lˈaɪk tˈeɪkɪŋ ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɹˈɛst."