text_original: "I must first speak to the little ones.  Enter, friend, thou wilt find my brother within. Why didst thou not knock, little one?" she continued, stooping to raise the sleeping child, "the sun is too hot for the babe; it breedeth mischief at this season.
text_transcription: I MUST FIRST SPEAK TO THE LITTLE ONES ENTER FRIEND THOU WILT FIND MY BROTHER WITHIN WHY DOST THOU NOT KNOCK LITTLE ONE SHE CONTINUED STOOPING TO RAISE THE SLEEPING CHILD THE SUN IS TOO HOT FOR THE BABE IT BREATH MISCHIEF AT THIS SEASON
phonemes: "aɪ mˈʌst fˈɜːst spˈiːk tə ðə lˈɪɾəl wˌʌnz.  ˈɛntɚ, fɹˈɛnd, ðˈaʊ wˈɪlt fˈaɪnd maɪ bɹˈʌðɚ wɪðˈɪn. wˌaɪ dˈɪdst ðˈaʊ nˌɑːt nˈɑːk, lˈɪɾəl wˌʌn?" ʃiː kəntˈɪnjuːd, stˈuːpɪŋ tə ɹˈeɪz ðə slˈiːpɪŋ tʃˈaɪld, "ðə sˈʌn ɪz tˈuː hˈɑːt fɚðə bˈeɪb; ɪt bɹˈiːdəθ mˈɪstʃɪf æt ðɪs sˈiːzən.