text_original: On being referred to the stack of dry kindling wood in the coal shed—she had never heard of lighting fires with trees before; never thought, indeed, to live with a family that expected you to do such things! * * * * * On one occasion, when I was in one of the largest and poorest of the London Elementary Schools, where the children looked as pitifully sordid and poverty stricken as I have ever seen them, I asked a few questions of one small girl in the front row of a class.
text_transcription: ON BEING REFERRED TO THE STACK OF DRY KINDLING WOOD IN THE COAL SHED SHE HAD NEVER HEARD OF LIGHTING FIRES WITH TREES BEFORE NEVER THOUGHT INDEED TO LIVE WITH A FAMILY THAT EXPECTED YOU TO DO SUCH THINGS ON ONE OCCASION WHEN I WAS IN ONE OF THE LARGEST AND POOREST OF THE LONDON ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS WHERE THE CHILDREN LOOKED AS PITIFULLY SORDID AND POVERTY STRICKEN AS I HAVE EVER SEEN THEM I ASKED A FEW QUESTIONS OF ONE SMALL GIRL IN THE FRONT ROW OF A CLASS
phonemes: ˌɔn bˌiːɪŋ ɹᵻfˈɜːd tə ðə stˈæk ʌv dɹˈaɪ kˈɪndlɪŋ wˈʊd ɪnðə kˈoʊl ʃˈɛd—ʃiː hæd nˈɛvɚ hˈɜːd ʌv lˈaɪɾɪŋ fˈaɪɚz wɪð tɹˈiːz bᵻfˈɔːɹ; nˈɛvɚ θˈɔːt, ˌɪndˈiːd, tə lˈɪv wɪð ɐ fˈæmɪli ðæt ɛkspˈɛktᵻd juː tə dˈuː sˈʌtʃ θˈɪŋz! ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˌɔn wˈʌn əkˈeɪʒən, wˌɛn aɪ wʌz ɪn wˈʌn ʌvðə lˈɑːɹdʒɪst ænd pˈʊɹɹɪst ʌvðə lˈʌndən ˌɛlɪmˈɛntɚɹi skˈuːlz, wˌɛɹ ðə tʃˈɪldɹən lˈʊkt æz pˈɪɾɪfəli sˈɔːɹdɪd ænd pˈɑːvɚɾi stɹˈɪkən æz aɪ hæv ˈɛvɚ sˈiːn ðˌɛm, aɪ ˈæskt ɐ fjˈuː kwˈɛstʃənz ʌv wˈʌn smˈɔːl ɡˈɜːl ɪnðə fɹˈʌnt ɹˈoʊ əvə klˈæs.