text_original: One day Celia went to the rocks, and her dear friend was not there. 42 Tula Oolah. "Soft Eyes," she called, and several seals bobbed up their heads, but Soft  Eyes was not among them. Seating herself she waited, thinking perhaps he had gone farther, trying to get another pink shell for her.
text_transcription: ONE DAY CELIA WENT TO THE ROCKS AND HER DEAR FRIEND WAS NOT THERE SOFTIES SHE CALLED AND SEVERAL SEALS BOBBED UP THEIR HEADS BUT SOFT EYES WAS NOT AMONG THEM SEATING HERSELF SHE WAITED THINKING PERHAPS HE HAD GONE FARTHER TRYING TO GET ANOTHER PINK SHELL FOR HER
phonemes: wˈʌn dˈeɪ sˈɛliə wɛnt tə ðə ɹˈɑːks, ænd hɜː dˈɪɹ fɹˈɛnd wʌz nˌɑːt ðˈɛɹ. fˈɔːɹɾi tˈuː tʃəlˈæ ˈuːlə. "sˈɔft ˈaɪz," ʃiː kˈɔːld, ænd sˈɛvɹəl sˈiːlz bˈɑːbd ˌʌp ðɛɹ hˈɛdz, bˌʌt sˈɔft ˈaɪz wʌz nˌɑːt ɐmˈʌŋ ðˌɛm. sˈiːɾɪŋ hɜːsˈɛlf ʃiː wˈeɪɾᵻd, θˈɪŋkɪŋ pɚhˈæps hiː hæd ɡɔn fˈɑːɹðɚ, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə ɡɛt ɐnˈʌðɚ pˈɪŋk ʃˈɛl fɔːɹ hɜː.