text_original: "I did not like it, Mammy dear," whispered Sylvy, as she clung round her astonished mother's neck. "I wanted a muslin gown; but madam had laid this by long ago, and I could not thwart or grieve her, she is so very good to me."
text_transcription: I DO NOT LIKE IT MAMMY DEAR WHISPERED SYLVIE AS SHE CLUNG ROUND HER ASTONISHED MOTHER'S NECK I WANTED A MOSLEM GOWN BUT MADAM HAD LAID THIS BY LONG AGO AND I COULD NOT THWART OR GRIEVE HER SHE IS SO VERY GOOD TO ME
phonemes: "aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt lˈaɪk ɪt, mˈæmi dˈɪɹ," wˈɪspɚd sˈɪlvi, æz ʃiː klˈʌŋ ɹˈaʊnd hɜːɹ ɐstˈɑːnɪʃt mˈʌðɚz nˈɛk. "aɪ wˈɔntᵻd ɐ mˈʌslɪn ɡˈaʊn; bˌʌt mˈædəm hæd lˈeɪd ðɪs baɪ lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ, ænd aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt θwˈɔːɹt ɔːɹ ɡɹˈiːv hɜː, ʃiː ɪz sˌoʊ vˈɛɹi ɡˈʊd tə mˌiː."