text_original: Sir Peter turned to the quarter from which the music came, and, making a speaking trumpet of his hands, roared, "Mr. Pringle! Mr. Pringle, ahoy!" A hideous wrong note, as if the player had been scared out of his wits, was the answer, and Basil Pringle appeared at the window.
text_transcription: SIR PETER TURNED TO THE QUARTER FROM WHICH THE MUSIC CAME AND MAKING A SPEAKING TRUMPET OF HIS HANDS ROARED MISTER PRINGLE MISTER PRINGLE AHOY A HIDEOUS WRONG NOTE AS IF THE PLAYER HAD BEEN SCARED OUT OF HIS WITS WAS THE ANSWER AND BASIL PRINGLE APPEARED AT THE WINDOW
phonemes: sˌɜː pˈiːɾɚ tˈɜːnd tə ðə kwˈɔːɹɾɚ fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ ðə mjˈuːzɪk kˈeɪm, ænd, mˌeɪkɪŋ ɐ spˈiːkɪŋ tɹˈʌmpɪt ʌv hɪz hˈændz, ɹˈɔːɹd, "mˈɪstɚ. pɹˈɪŋɡəl! mˈɪstɚ. pɹˈɪŋɡəl, ɐhˈɔɪ!" ɐ hˈɪdiəs ɹˈɔŋ nˈoʊt, æz ɪf ðə plˈeɪɚ hɐdbɪn skˈɛɹd ˌaʊɾəv hɪz wˈɪts, wʌzðɪ ˈænsɚ, ænd bˈeɪzəl pɹˈɪŋɡəl ɐpˈɪɹd æt ðə wˈɪndoʊ.