text_original: Dickory glanced at her feet, and as he did so, a thrill of strange delight ran through him. He saw his own Sunday shoes, with silver buckles, and he caught a glimpse of a pair of brown stockings, which he knew went always with those shoes.
text_transcription: DICKERY GLANCED AT HER FEET AND AS HE DID SO A THRILL OF STRANGE DELIGHT RAN THROUGH HIM HE SAW HIS OWN SUNDAY SHOES WITH SILVER BUCKLES AND HE CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF A PAIR OF BROWN STOCKINGS WHICH HE KNEW WENT ALWAYS WITH THOSE SHOES
phonemes: dˈɪkɚɹi ɡlˈænst æt hɜː fˈiːt, ænd æz hiː dˈɪd sˈoʊ, ɐ θɹˈɪl ʌv stɹˈeɪndʒ dᵻlˈaɪt ɹˈæn θɹˈuː hˌɪm. hiː sˈɔː hɪz ˈoʊn sˈʌndeɪ ʃˈuːz, wɪð sˈɪlvɚ bˈʌkəlz, ænd hiː kˈɔːt ɐ ɡlˈɪmps əvə pˈɛɹ ʌv bɹˈaʊn stˈɑːkɪŋz, wˌɪtʃ hiː nˈuː wɛnt ˈɔːlweɪz wɪð ðoʊz ʃˈuːz.