text_original: *CHAPTER XII* *IN WHICH THE OLD CONSPIRACY IS TRIUMPHANT AND A NEW CONSPIRACY IS HATCHED* [Illustration: Chapter XII headpiece] Little Miss Barbara Pennymint came flying out of her house: a little more and she would have flown over the railings.
text_transcription: CHAPTER TWELVE IN WHICH THE OLD CONSPIRACY IS TRIUMPHANT AND A NEW CONSPIRACY IS HATCHED LITTLE MISS BARBARA PENNYMILL CAME FLYING OUT OF HER HOUSE A LITTLE MORE AND SHE WOULD HAVE FLOWN OVER THE RAILINGS
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk tʃˈæptɚ ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɪnwˌɪtʃ ðɪ ˈoʊld kənspˈɪɹəsi ɪz tɹaɪˈʌmfənt ænd ɐ nˈuː kənspˈɪɹəsi ɪz hˈætʃt ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən: tʃˈæptɚ ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv hˈɛdpiːs] lˈɪɾəl mˈɪs bˈɑːɹbɚɹə pˈɛnɪmˌɪnt kˈeɪm flˈaɪɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv hɜː hˈaʊs: ɐ lˈɪɾəl mˈɔːɹ ænd ʃiː wʊdhɐv flˈoʊn ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈeɪlɪŋz.