text_original: Lucy stood silent. "I am your mother, my dear," said Mrs. Fairchild, "and I love you very much; if anything vexes you, whom should you tell it to but to your own mother?" Then Mrs. Fairchild kissed her, and put her arms round her. Lucy began to cry more. "Oh, mamma, mamma! dear mamma!" she said, "I don't know what vexes me, or why I have been crying."
text_transcription: LUCY STOOD SILENT I AM YOUR MOTHER MY DEAR SAID MISSUS FAIR CHILD AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH IF ANYTHING VEXES YOU WHOM SHOULD YOU TELL IT TO BUT TO YOUR OWN MOTHER THEN MISSUS FAIR CHILD KISSED HER AND PUT HER ARMS ROUND HER LUCY BEGAN TO CRY MORE OH MAMMA MAMMA DEAR MAMMA SHE SAID I DON'T KNOW WHAT VEXES ME OR WHY I HAVE BEEN CRYING
phonemes: lˈuːsi stˈʊd sˈaɪlənt. "aɪɐm jʊɹ mˈʌðɚ, maɪ dˈɪɹ," sˈɛd mˈɪsɪz. fˈɛɹtʃaɪld, "ænd aɪ lˈʌv juː vˈɛɹi mˈʌtʃ; ɪf ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ vˈɛksᵻz juː, hˈuːm ʃˌʊd juː tˈɛl ɪt tʊ bˌʌt tə jʊɹ ˈoʊn mˈʌðɚ?" ðˈɛn mˈɪsɪz. fˈɛɹtʃaɪld kˈɪst hɜː, ænd pˌʊt hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz ɹˈaʊnd hɜː. lˈuːsi bɪɡˈæn tə kɹˈaɪ mˈɔːɹ. "ˈoʊ, mˈæmə, mˈæmə! dˈɪɹ mˈæmə!" ʃiː sˈɛd, "aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wʌt vˈɛksᵻz mˌiː, ɔːɹ wˌaɪ aɪ hɐvbɪn kɹˈaɪɪŋ."