text_original: At noon, on a dreary November day, a lonesome little fellow, looking very red about the ears and very blue about the mouth, stood kicking his heels at the door of a cheap eating house in Boston, and offering a solitary copy of a morning paper for sale to the people passing.
text_transcription: AT NOON ON A DREARY NOVEMBER DAY A LONESOME LITTLE FELLOW LOOKING VERY RED ABOUT THE EARS AND VERY BLUE ABOUT THE MOUTH STOOD KICKING HIS HEELS AT THE DOOR OF A CHEAP EATING HOUSE IN BOSTON AND OFFERING A SOLITARY COPY OF A MORNING PAPER FOR SALE TO THE PEOPLE PASSIN
phonemes: æt nˈuːn, ˌɔn ɐ dɹˈɪɹi noʊvˈɛmbɚ dˈeɪ, ɐ lˈoʊnsʌm lˈɪɾəl fˈɛloʊ, lˈʊkɪŋ vˈɛɹi ɹˈɛd ɐbˌaʊt ðɪ ˈɪɹz ænd vˈɛɹi blˈuː ɐbˌaʊt ðə mˈaʊθ, stˈʊd kˈɪkɪŋ hɪz hˈiːlz æt ðə dˈɔːɹ əvə tʃˈiːp ˈiːɾɪŋ hˈaʊs ɪn bˈɔstən, ænd ˈɔfɚɹɪŋ ɐ sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi kˈɑːpi əvə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ pˈeɪpɚ fɔːɹ sˈeɪl tə ðə pˈiːpəl pˈæsɪŋ.