text_original: "Five hundred million miles!" said Zaidie, with a little shiver; "that seems an awful long way from home  I mean America  doesn't it? I often wonder what they are thinking about us on the dear old Earth. I don't suppose any one ever expects to see us again.
text_transcription: FIVE HUNDRED MILLION MILES SAID ZADIE WITH A LITTLE SHIVER THAT SEEMS AN AWFUL LONG WAY FROM HOME I MEAN AMERICA DOESN'T IT I OFTEN WONDER WHAT THEY ARE THINKING ABOUT US ON DEAR OLD EARTH I DON'T SUPPOSE ANY ONE EVER EXPECTS TO SEE US AGAIN
phonemes: "fˈaɪv hˈʌndɹɪd mˈɪliən mˈaɪlz!" sˈɛd zˈeɪdi, wɪð ɐ lˈɪɾəl ʃˈɪvɚ; "ðæt sˈiːmz ɐn ˈɔːfəl lˈɔŋ wˈeɪ fɹʌm hˈoʊm aɪ mˈiːn ɐmˈɛɹɪkə dˈʌzənt ɪt? aɪ ˈɔfən wˈʌndɚ wʌt ðeɪ ɑːɹ θˈɪŋkɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ˌʌs ɔnðə dˈɪɹ ˈoʊld ˈɜːθ. aɪ dˈoʊnt səpˈoʊz ˌɛni wˈʌn ˈɛvɚɹ ɛkspˈɛkts tə sˈiː ˌʌs ɐɡˈɛn.