text_original: '" Thirty days of "nothing doing"  and yet there had been more "doing" in those days than in all the thousands of their predecessors gaily crowded to the brim. Those crowded days seemed days of a long sleep; these quiet ones, days of waking. Ann was out on the links that afternoon with Captain Prescott.
text_transcription: THIRTY DAYS OF NOTHING DOING AND YET THERE HAD BEEN MORE DOING IN THOSE DAYS THAN IN ALL THE THOUSANDS OF THEIR PREDECESSORS GAILY CROWDED TO THE BRIM THOSE CROWDED DAYS SEEMED LIKE DAYS OF A LONG SLEEP THESE QUIET ONES DAYS OF WAKING ANNE WAS OUT ON THE LENGTH THAT AFTERNOON CAPTAIN PRESCOUGHT
phonemes: " θˈɜːɾi dˈeɪz ʌv "nˈʌθɪŋ dˈuːɪŋ"  ænd jˈɛt ðɛɹ hɐdbɪn mˈɔːɹ "dˈuːɪŋ" ɪn ðoʊz dˈeɪz ðɐn ɪn ˈɔːl ðə θˈaʊzəndz ʌv ðɛɹ pɹˈɛdᵻsˌɛsɚz ɡˈeɪli kɹˈaʊdᵻd tə ðə bɹˈɪm. ðoʊz kɹˈaʊdᵻd dˈeɪz sˈiːmd dˈeɪz əvə lˈɔŋ slˈiːp; ðiːz kwˈaɪət wˌʌnz, dˈeɪz ʌv wˈeɪkɪŋ. ˈæn wʌz ˈaʊt ɔnðə lˈɪŋks ðæt ˌæftɚnˈuːn wɪð kˈæptɪn pɹˈɛskɑːt.