text_original: It grew darker, began to rain, and the wind grew louder, with a queer sound; but I could see to read, and I got so interested in Beechnut that, though I saw out of the side of my eye some one go by the window, I did not really think about it, but kept on reading till I heard papa's voice in the next room, and heard mamma say: "I'm so glad you're safe in the house; but where can Billy be? I sent him to Morton's, but he ought to have been home an hour ago. It's a perfect hurricane!"
text_transcription: IT GREW DARKER BEGAN TO RAIN AND THE WIND GREW LOUDER WITH A QUEER SOUND BUT I COULD SEE TO READ AND I GOT SO INTERESTED IN BEECHNUT THAT THOUGH I SAW OUT OF THE SIDE OF MY EYE SOME ONE GO BY THE WINDOW I DIDN'T REALLY THINK ABOUT IT BUT KEPT ON READING TILL I HEARD PAPA'S VOICE IN THE NEXT ROOM AND HEARD MAMMA SAY I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE SAFE IN THE HOUSE BUT WHERE CAN BILLY BE I SENT HIM TO MORTON'S BUT HE OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN HOME AN HOUR AGO IT'S A PERFECT HURRICANE
phonemes: ɪt ɡɹˈuː dˈɑːɹkɚ, bɪɡˈæn tə ɹˈeɪn, ænd ðə wˈɪnd ɡɹˈuː lˈaʊdɚ, wɪð ɐ kwˈɪɹ sˈaʊnd; bˌʌt aɪ kʊd sˈiː tə ɹˈiːd, ænd aɪ ɡɑːt sˌoʊ ˈɪntɹɛstᵻd ɪn bˈiːtʃnʌt ðˈæt, ðˌoʊ aɪ sˈɔː ˌaʊɾəv ðə sˈaɪd ʌv maɪ ˈaɪ sˈʌmwʌn ɡˌoʊ baɪ ðə wˈɪndoʊ, aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt ɹˈiəli θˈɪŋk ɐbˈaʊt ɪt, bˌʌt kˈɛpt ˌɔn ɹˈiːdɪŋ tˈɪl aɪ hˈɜːd pˈɑːpəz vˈɔɪs ɪnðə nˈɛkst ɹˈuːm, ænd hˈɜːd mˈæmə sˈeɪ: "aɪm sˌoʊ ɡlˈæd jʊɹ sˈeɪf ɪnðə hˈaʊs; bˌʌt wˌɛɹ kæn bˈɪli bˈiː? aɪ sˈɛnt hˌɪm tə mˈɔːɹtənz, bˌʌt hiː ˈɔːt tə hɐvbɪn hˈoʊm ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ ɐɡˈoʊ. ɪts ɐ pˈɜːfɛkt hˈɜːɹᵻkˌeɪn!"