text_original: Rotha carried her package of paper up stairs, wondering what experiences would till out the afternoon. Her aunt and cousin seemed by no means to be in a genial mood. They all went up to the dressing room and sat down there in silence; all, that is, except Mr. Busby.
text_transcription: ROTHA CARRIED HER PACKAGE OF PAPER UPSTAIRS WONDERING WHAT EXPERIENCES WOULD FILL OUT THE AFTERNOON HER AUNT AND COUSIN SEEMED BY NO MEANS TO BE IN A GENIAL MOOD THEY ALL WENT UP TO THE DRESSING ROOM AND SAT DOWN THERE IN SILENCE ALL THAT IS EXCEPT MISTER BUSBY
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə kˈæɹid hɜː pˈækɪdʒ ʌv pˈeɪpɚɹ ˌʌp stˈɛɹz, wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ wʌt ɛkspˈiəɹɪənsᵻz wʊd tˈɪl ˈaʊt ðɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn. hɜːɹ ˈænt ænd kˈʌzən sˈiːmd baɪ nˈoʊ mˈiːnz təbi ɪn ɐ dʒˈiːnɪəl mˈuːd. ðeɪ ˈɔːl wɛnt ˌʌp tə ðə dɹˈɛsɪŋ ɹˈuːm ænd sˈæt dˌaʊn ðɛɹ ɪn sˈaɪləns; ˈɔːl, ðæt ˈɪz, ɛksˈɛpt mˈɪstɚ. bˈʌsbi.