text_original: "But then, what are the envelopes for, papa? We don't put our compositions in envelopes." "Never mind, my dear; the envelopes belong to the paper. Rotha can keep them till she finds a use for them." "They won't match other paper, papa," said Antoinette. But Rotha collected her wits and made her acknowledgments, as well as she could. "Has Nettie shewn you her Christmas things?"
text_transcription: BUT THEN WHAT ARE THE ENVELOPES FOR PAPA WE DON'T PUT OUR COMPOSITIONS IN ENVELOPES NEVER MIND MY DEAR THE ENVELOPES BELONG TO THE PAPER OR ARTHUR CAN KEEP THEM TILL SHE FINDS A USE FOR THEM THEY WON'T MATCH OTHER PAPER PAPA SAID ANTOINETTE BUT ROTHA COLLECTED HER WITS AND MADE HER ACKNOWLEDGMENTS AS WELL AS SHE COULD HAS NETTIE SHOWN YOU HER CHRISTMAS THINGS
phonemes: "bˌʌt ðˈɛn, wˌʌt ɑːɹ ðɪ ˈɑːnvəlˌoʊps fɔːɹ, pˈɑːpə? wiː dˈoʊnt pˌʊt ˌaʊɚ kˌɑːmpəzˈɪʃənz ɪn ˈɑːnvəlˌoʊps." "nˈɛvɚ mˈaɪnd, maɪ dˈɪɹ; ðɪ ˈɑːnvəlˌoʊps bᵻlˈɔŋ tə ðə pˈeɪpɚ. ɹˈɑːθə kæn kˈiːp ðˌɛm tˈɪl ʃiː fˈaɪndz ɐ jˈuːs fɔːɹ ðˌɛm." "ðeɪ woʊnt mˈætʃ ˈʌðɚ pˈeɪpɚ, pˈɑːpə," sˈɛd ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt. bˌʌt ɹˈɑːθə kəlˈɛktᵻd hɜː wˈɪts ænd mˌeɪd hɜːɹ ɐknˈɑːlɪdʒmənts, æz wˈɛl æz ʃiː kˈʊd. "hɐz nˈɛɾi ʃjˈuːn juː hɜː kɹˈɪsməs θˈɪŋz?"