text_original: "Why, you are only a dozen  and not a round dozen, only eleven and a half. No wonder your cousins in the school room look down upon you. If there were still a nursery, you would be there, sitting on a high chair at tea, your cheeks smeared with jam, and a bib tied under your chin."
text_transcription: WHY YOU WERE ONLY A DOZEN AND NOT A ROUND DOZEN ONLY ELEVEN AND A HALF NO WONDER YOUR COUSINS IN THE SCHOOLROOM LOOKED DOWN UPON YOU IF THERE WERE STILL A NURSERY YOU WOULD BE THERE SITTING ON A HIGH CHAIR AT TEA YOUR CHEEKS SMEARED WITH JAM AND A BIB TIED UNDER YOUR CHIN
phonemes: "wˈaɪ, juː ɑːɹ ˈoʊnli ɐ dˈʌzən ænd nˌɑːɾɚ ɹˈaʊnd dˈʌzən, ˈoʊnli ᵻlˈɛvən ænd ɐ hˈæf. nˈoʊ wˈʌndɚ jʊɹ kˈʌzənz ɪnðə skˈuːl ɹˈuːm lˈʊk dˈaʊn əpˌɑːn juː. ɪf ðɛɹwˌɜː stˈɪl ɐ nˈɜːsɚɹi, juː wʊd biː ðˈɛɹ, sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ hˈaɪ tʃˈɛɹ æt tˈiː, jʊɹ tʃˈiːks smˈɪɹd wɪð dʒˈæm, ænd ɐ bˈɪb tˈaɪd ˌʌndɚ jʊɹ tʃˈɪn."