text_original: Down stairs, a few hours later, Mr. Southwode was sitting in the little end room back of the library  Mrs. Mowbray's special sanctuary. He was trying to see what was the matter with a cuckoo clock which would not strike. The rooms were all in summer order; sweet with the fragrance of India matting, which covered the floors; cool and quiet in the strange stillness of the vacation time.
text_transcription: DOWNSTAIRS A FEW HOURS LATER MISTER SOUTHWARD WAS SITTING IN THE LITTLE END ROOM BACK OF THE LIBRARY MISSUS MOWBRAY'S SPECIAL SANCTUARY HE WAS TRYING TO SEE WHAT WAS THE MATTER WITH THE CUCKOO CLOCK WHICH WOULD NOT STRIKE THE ROOMS WERE ALL IN SUMMER ORDER SWEET WITH THE FRAGRANCE OF INDIA MATTING WHICH COVERED THE FLOORS COOL AND QUIET IN THE STRANGE STILLNESS OF THE VACATION TIME
phonemes: dˌaʊn stˈɛɹz, ɐ fjˈuː ˈaʊɚz lˈeɪɾɚ, mˈɪstɚ. sˈaʊθwoʊd wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ ɪnðə lˈɪɾəl ˈɛnd ɹˈuːm bˈæk ʌvðə lˈaɪbɹɛɹi mˈɪsɪz. mˈoʊbɹeɪz spˈɛʃəl sˈæŋktjuːˌɛɹi. hiː wʌz tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə sˈiː wʌt wʌzðə mˈæɾɚ wɪð ɐ kˈʊkuː klˈɑːk wˌɪtʃ wʊd nˌɑːt stɹˈaɪk. ðə ɹˈuːmz wɜːɹ ˈɔːl ɪn sˈʌmɚɹ ˈɔːɹdɚ; swˈiːt wɪððə fɹˈeɪɡɹəns ʌv ˈɪndiə mˈæɾɪŋ, wˌɪtʃ kˈʌvɚd ðə flˈɔːɹz; kˈuːl ænd kwˈaɪət ɪnðə stɹˈeɪndʒ stˈɪlnəs ʌvðə veɪkˈeɪʃən tˈaɪm.