text_original: No. 6 got up again, shook the gravel from her frock, blew it off her hands, pushed back a heap of heavy curls from her face, set her hat as far back on her head as she could, and exclaimed:— "I wish there were no such things as weeds in the world!"
text_transcription: NUMBER SIX GOT UP AGAIN SHOOK THE GRAVEL FROM HER FROCK BLEW IT OFF HER HANDS PUSHED BACK A HEAP OF HEAVY CURLS FROM HER FACE SET HER HAT AS FAR BACK ON HER HEAD AS SHE COULD AND EXCLAIMED I WISH THERE WERE NO SUCH THING AS WEEDS IN THE WORLD
phonemes: nˈoʊ. sˈɪks ɡɑːt ˌʌp ɐɡˈɛn, ʃˈʊk ðə ɡɹˈævəl fɹʌm hɜː fɹˈɑːk, blˈuː ɪɾ ˈɔf hɜː hˈændz, pˈʊʃt bˈæk ɐ hˈiːp ʌv hˈɛvi kˈɜːlz fɹʌm hɜː fˈeɪs, sˈɛt hɜː hˈæt æz fˈɑːɹ bˈæk ˌɔn hɜː hˈɛd æz ʃiː kˈʊd, ænd ɛksklˈeɪmd:— "aɪ wˈɪʃ ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ θˈɪŋz æz wˈiːdz ɪnðə wˈɜːld!"