text_original: Ursula was sitting on a pile of logs under a big fir tree inside the orchard gate—oh yes, there are firs in the orchard, and lilacs, and daffodils, and snowdrops, and a huge Wellingtonia, and a trickle of water with forget me nots and mint on its brink; we're not at all particular about classification. She was darning a stocking, and it seemed a lengthy job.
text_transcription: URSULA WAS SITTING ON A PILE OF LOGS UNDER A BIG FIR TREE INSIDE THE ORCHARD GATE O YES THERE ARE FIRS IN THE ORCHARD AND LILACS AND DAFFODILS AND SNOWDROPS AND A HUGE WELLINGTONIA AND A TRICKLE OF WATER WITH FORGET ME NOTS AND MINT ON ITS BRINK WE ARE NOT AT ALL PARTICULAR ABOUT CLASSIFICATION SHE WAS DARNING A STOCKING AND IT SEEMED A LENGTHY JOB
phonemes: ˈɜːsjʊlə wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ pˈaɪl ʌv lˈɔɡz ˌʌndɚɹ ɐ bˈɪɡ fˈɜː tɹˈiː ɪnsˈaɪd ðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd ɡˈeɪt—ˈoʊ jˈɛs, ðɛɹˌɑːɹ fˈɜːz ɪnðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd, ænd lˈaɪləks, ænd dˈæfədˌɪlz, ænd snˈoʊdɹɑːps, ænd ɐ hjˈuːdʒ wˌɛlɪŋtˈoʊniə, ænd ɐ tɹˈɪkəl ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ wɪð fɚɡˈɛt mˌiː nˈɑːts ænd mˈɪnt ˌɔn ɪts bɹˈɪŋk; wɪɹ nˌɑːt æɾ ˈɔːl pɚtˈɪkjʊlɚɹ ɐbˌaʊt klˌæsɪfɪkˈeɪʃən. ʃiː wʌz dˈɑːɹnɪŋ ɐ stˈɑːkɪŋ, ænd ɪt sˈiːmd ɐ lˈɛŋθi dʒˈɑːb.