text_original: Before I could guess what she was up to, she had pounced upon an old kitchen towel, newly washed, but full of splinters, hanging on a three legged horse, and back she ran in triumph with it  for none could say that she toddled  and with a want of breath, and yet a vigour that made up for it, began to rub with all her power, as well as a highly skilful turn, the top of that blessed three legged stool, and some way down the sides of it.
text_transcription: BEFORE I COULD GUESS WHAT SHE WAS UP TO SHE HAD POUNCED UPON AN OLD KITCHEN TOWEL NEWLY WASHED BUT FULL OF SPLINTERS HANGING ON A THREE LEGGED HORSE AND BACK SHE RAN IN TRIUMPH WITH IT FOR NONE COULD SAY THAT SHE TODDLED AND WITH A WANT OF BREATH AND YET A VIGOUR THAT MADE UP FOR IT BEGAN TO RUB WITH ALL HER POWER AS WELL AS A HIGHLY SKILFUL TURN THE TOP OF THAT BLESSED THREE LEGGED STOOL AND SOME WAY DOWN THE SIDES OF IT
phonemes: bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ kʊd ɡˈɛs wʌt ʃiː wʌz ˈʌp tuː, ʃiː hæd pˈaʊnst əpˌɑːn ɐn ˈoʊld kˈɪtʃən tˈaʊəl, nˈuːli wˈɑːʃt, bˌʌt fˈʊl ʌv splˈɪntɚz, hˈæŋɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ θɹˈiː lˈɛɡɪd hˈɔːɹs, ænd bˈæk ʃiː ɹˈæn ɪn tɹˈaɪʌmf wɪð ɪt fɔːɹ nˈʌn kʊd sˈeɪ ðæt ʃiː tˈɑːdəld ænd wɪð ɐ wˈɔnt ʌv bɹˈɛθ, ænd jˈɛt ɐ vˈɪɡɚ ðæt mˌeɪd ˈʌp fɔːɹ ɪt, bɪɡˈæn tə ɹˈʌb wɪð ˈɔːl hɜː pˈaʊɚ, æz wˈɛl æz ɐ hˈaɪli skˈɪlfəl tˈɜːn, ðə tˈɑːp ʌv ðæt blˈɛst θɹˈiː lˈɛɡɪd stˈuːl, ænd sˌʌm wˈeɪ dˌaʊn ðə sˈaɪdz ʌv ɪt.