text_original: I am sorry that Emily has got that pretty doll. Pray do not hate me for it, mamma; I know it is wicked in me to be sorry that Emily is happy, but I feel that I cannot help it." "My dear child," said Mrs. Fairchild, "I am glad you have confessed the truth to me. Now I will tell you why you feel so unhappy, and I will tell you where to seek a cure.
text_transcription: I AM SORRY THAT EMILY HAS GOT THAT PRETTY DOLL PRAY DO NOT HATE ME FOR IT MAMMA I KNOW IT IS A WICKED THING IN ME TO BE SORRY THAT EMILY IS HAPPY BUT I FEEL THAT I CANNOT HELP IT MY DEAR CHILD SAID MISSUS FAIR CHILD I AM GLAD YOU HAVE CONFESSED THE TRUTH TO ME NOW I WILL TELL YOU WHY YOU FEEL SO UNHAPPY AND I WILL TELL YOU WHERE TO SEEK A CURE
phonemes: aɪɐm sˈɑːɹi ðæt ˈɛmᵻli hɐz ɡɑːt ðæt pɹˈɪɾi dˈɑːl. pɹˈeɪ duːnˌɑːt hˈeɪt mˌiː fɔːɹ ɪt, mˈæmə; aɪ nˈoʊ ɪɾ ɪz wˈɪkᵻd ɪn mˌiː təbi sˈɑːɹi ðæt ˈɛmᵻli ɪz hˈæpi, bˌʌt aɪ fˈiːl ðæt aɪ kænˈɑːt hˈɛlp ɪt." "maɪ dˈɪɹ tʃˈaɪld," sˈɛd mˈɪsɪz. fˈɛɹtʃaɪld, "aɪɐm ɡlˈæd juː hæv kənfˈɛst ðə tɹˈuːθ tə mˌiː. nˈaʊ aɪ wɪl tˈɛl juː wˌaɪ juː fˈiːl sˌoʊ ʌnhˈæpi, ænd aɪ wɪl tˈɛl juː wˌɛɹ tə sˈiːk ɐ kjˈʊɹ.