text_original: Whilst Lucy was shutting the door, Miss Augusta began to stir the fire. "Miss Augusta," said the lady, "has not your mamma often forbidden you to touch the fire? Some day you will set your frock on fire." Miss Augusta did not heed what her governess said this time any more than the last, but went on raking the fire; till at length Miss Beaumont, fearing some mischief, forced the poker out of her hand. Miss Augusta looked very much displeased, and was going to make a pert answer, when her mother and the other ladies came into the room to see the children dine. The young ones immediately seated themselves quietly at the table to eat their dinner.
text_transcription: WHILST LUCY WAS SHUTTING THE DOOR MISS AUGUSTA BEGAN TO STIR THE FIRE MISS AUGUSTUS SAID THE LADY HAS NOT YOUR MAMMA OFTEN FORBIDDEN YOU TO TOUCH THE FIRE SOME DAY YOU'LL SET YOUR FROCK ON FIRE MISS AUGUS DID NOT HEED WHAT HER GOVERNESS SAID THIS TIME ANY MORE THAN THE LAST BUT WENT ON RAKING THE FIRE TILL AT LENGTH MISS BEAUMONT FEARING SOME MISCHIEF FORCED THE POKER OUT OF HER HANDS MISS AUGUSTA LOOKED VERY MUCH DISPLEASED IT WAS GOOD TO MAKE A PERT ANSWER WHEN HER MOTHER AND THE OTHER LADIES CAME INTO THE ROOM TO SEE THE CHILDREN DONE THE YOUNG ONES IMMEDIATELY SEATED THEMSELVES QUIETLY AT THE TABLE TO EAT THEIR DINNER
phonemes: wˌaɪlst lˈuːsi wʌz ʃˈʌɾɪŋ ðə dˈɔːɹ, mˈɪs ɔːɡˈʌstə bɪɡˈæn tə stˈɜː ðə fˈaɪɚ. "mˈɪs ɔːɡˈʌstə," sˈɛd ðə lˈeɪdi, "həznɑːt jʊɹ mˈæmə ˈɔfən fɚbˈɪdən juː tə tˈʌtʃ ðə fˈaɪɚ? sˌʌm dˈeɪ juː wɪl sˈɛt jʊɹ fɹˈɑːk ˌɔn fˈaɪɚ." mˈɪs ɔːɡˈʌstə dɪdnˌɑːt hˈiːd wʌt hɜː ɡˈʌvɚnˌɛs sˈɛd ðɪs tˈaɪm ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ðə lˈæst, bˌʌt wɛnt ˌɔn ɹˈeɪkɪŋ ðə fˈaɪɚ; tˈɪl æt lˈɛŋθ mˈɪs bˈoʊmɔnt, fˈɪɹɪŋ sˌʌm mˈɪstʃɪf, fˈɔːɹst ðə pˈoʊkɚɹ ˌaʊɾəv hɜː hˈænd. mˈɪs ɔːɡˈʌstə lˈʊkt vˈɛɹi mˈʌtʃ dɪsplˈiːzd, ænd wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə mˌeɪk ɐ pˈɜːt ˈænsɚ, wˌɛn hɜː mˈʌðɚ ænd ðɪ ˈʌðɚ lˈeɪdiz kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈuːm tə sˈiː ðə tʃˈɪldɹən dˈaɪn. ðə jˈʌŋ wˈʌnz ɪmˈiːdɪətli sˈiːɾᵻd ðɛmsˈɛlvz kwˈaɪətli æt ðə tˈeɪbəl tʊ ˈiːt ðɛɹ dˈɪnɚ.