text_original: ' Daphne, if you are going to nurse this kind of fancy you will never be happy,' Madeline said earnestly, winding her arm round her sister, as they sauntered slowly down the sloping lawn, side by side.
text_transcription: DAPHNE IF YOU ARE GOING TO NURSE THIS KIND OF FANCY YOU WILL NEVER BE HAPPY MAGDALEN SAID EARNESTLY WINDING HER ARM ROUND HER SISTER AS THEY SAUNTERED SLOWLY DOWN THE SLOPING LAWN SIDE BY SIDE
phonemes: dˈæfni, ɪf juː ɑːɹ ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə nˈɜːs ðɪs kˈaɪnd ʌv fˈænsi juː wɪl nˈɛvɚ biː hˈæpi,mˈædəlɪn sˈɛd ˈɜːnɪstli, wˈaɪndɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹm ɹˈaʊnd hɜː sˈɪstɚ, æz ðeɪ sˈɔːntɚd slˈoʊli dˌaʊn ðə slˈoʊpɪŋ lˈɔːn, sˈaɪd baɪ sˈaɪd.