text_original: At last came the procession; Prissy in front, her husband following with Rotha's trunk on his shoulders, Mr. Southwode bringing up the rear. "I never thought you'd go like _that_," said Prissy reproachfully. "If us is poor folks, us has hands clean enough to shake."
text_transcription: AT LAST CAME THE PROCESSION PRISSY IN FRONT HER HUSBAND FOLLOWING WITH RUTHA'S TRUNK ON HIS SHOULDERS MISTER SOUTHWARD BRINGING UP THE REAR I NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D GO LIKE THAT SAID PRISSY REPROACHFULLY IF US IS POOR FOLKS US HAS HANDS CLEAN ENOUGH TO SHAKE
phonemes: æt lˈæst kˈeɪm ðə pɹəsˈɛʃən; pɹˈɪsi ɪn fɹˈʌnt, hɜː hˈʌsbənd fˈɑːloʊɪŋ wɪð ɹˈɑːθəz tɹˈʌŋk ˌɔn hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz, mˈɪstɚ. sˈaʊθwoʊd bɹˈɪŋɪŋ ˌʌp ðə ɹˈɪɹ. "aɪ nˈɛvɚ θˈɔːt juːd ɡˌoʊ lˈaɪk ðˈæt," sˈɛd pɹˈɪsi ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃfəli. "ɪf ˌʌs ɪz pˈʊɹ fˈoʊks, ˌʌs hɐz hˈændz klˈiːn ɪnˈʌf tə ʃˈeɪk."