text_original: Mother was crying dreadfully, and I cried too. She went right down on her knees, and began picking up and throwing out the bricks. Papa could not stop her; she only said, in a voice that did not sound like mamma's voice at all, "My Billy's here."
text_transcription: MOTHER WAS CRYING DREADFULLY AND I CRIED TOO SHE WENT RIGHT DOWN ON HER KNEES AND BEGAN PICKING UP AND THROWING OUT THE BRICKS PAPA COULDN'T STOP HER SHE ONLY SAID IN A VOICE THAT DID NOT SOUND LIKE MAMMA'S VOICE AT ALL MY BIDDY'S HERE
phonemes: mˈʌðɚ wʌz kɹˈaɪɪŋ dɹˈɛdfəli, ænd aɪ kɹˈaɪd tˈuː. ʃiː wɛnt ɹˈaɪt dˌaʊn ˌɔn hɜː nˈiːz, ænd bɪɡˈæn pˈɪkɪŋ ˌʌp ænd θɹˈoʊɪŋ ˈaʊt ðə bɹˈɪks. pˈɑːpə kʊd nˌɑːt stˈɑːp hɜː; ʃiː ˈoʊnli sˈɛd, ɪn ɐ vˈɔɪs ðæt dɪdnˌɑːt sˈaʊnd lˈaɪk mˈæməz vˈɔɪs æɾ ˈɔːl, "maɪ bˈɪliz hˈɪɹ."