text_original: "My goodness me! you little vixen! wherever did you come from? Bring her in yourself, then, Dyo, if she thinks so much of you. Let me feel her. Not wet she is. Where ever did you get her? Put her on this little stool, and let her warm them mites of feet till I go for bread and butter."
text_transcription: MY GOODNESS ME YOU LITTLE VIXEN WHERE EVER DID YOU COME FROM BRING HER IN YOURSELF AND DIE OH IF SHE THINKS SO MUCH OF YOU LET ME FEEL HER NOT WHERE IS SHE WHEREVER DID YOU GET HER PUT HER ON THIS LITTLE STOOL AND LET HER WARM THEM MITES OF FEET TILL I GO FOR BREAD AND BUTTER
phonemes: "maɪ ɡˈʊdnəs mˌiː! juː lˈɪɾəl vˈɪksən! wɛɹˈɛvɚ dˈɪd juː kˈʌm fɹʌm? bɹˈɪŋ hɜːɹ ɪn jɔːɹsˈɛlf, ðˈɛn, dˈaɪoʊ, ɪf ʃiː θˈɪŋks sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ʌv juː. lˈɛt mˌiː fˈiːl hɜː. nˌɑːt wˈɛt ʃiː ɪz. wˌɛɹ ˈɛvɚ dˈɪd juː ɡˈɛt hɜː? pˌʊt hɜːɹ ˌɔn ðɪs lˈɪɾəl stˈuːl, ænd lˈɛt hɜː wˈɔːɹm ðˌɛm mˈaɪts ʌv fˈiːt tˈɪl aɪ ɡˌoʊ fɔːɹ bɹˈɛd ænd bˈʌɾɚ."