text_original: Now we have good fellows, and thoroughbreds, and belongers. Not many of this girl's type." Katie wanted to chuckle. But suddenly the unborn chuckle dissolved into a sea of awe. Thoughts and smoke seemed circling around Wayne together; and perhaps the blue rim of it all was dreams.
text_transcription: NOW WE HAVE GOOD FELLOWS AND THOROUGHBREDS AND BELONGERS NOT MANY OF THIS GIRL'S TYPE KATY WANTED TO CHUCKLE BUT SUDDENLY THE UNBORN CHUCKLE DISSOLVED INTO A SEA OF AWE THOUGHTS AND SMOKE SEEMED CIRCLING AROUND WAIN TOGETHER AND PERHAPS THE BLUE BRIM OF IT ALL WAS DREAMS
phonemes: nˈaʊ wiː hæv ɡˈʊd fˈɛloʊz, ænd θˈʌɹoʊbɹˌɛdz, ænd bᵻlˈɔŋɡɚz. nˌɑːt mˈɛnɪəv ðɪs ɡˈɜːlz tˈaɪp." kˈeɪɾi wˈɔntᵻd tə tʃˈʌkəl. bˌʌt sˈʌdənli ðɪ ʌnbˈɔːɹn tʃˈʌkəl dɪsˈɑːlvd ˌɪntʊ ɐ sˈiː ʌv ˈɔː. θˈɔːts ænd smˈoʊk sˈiːmd sˈɜːklɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd wˈeɪn təɡˈɛðɚ; ænd pɚhˈæps ðə blˈuː ɹˈɪm ʌv ɪɾ ˈɔːl wʌz dɹˈiːmz.