text_original: Rotha could not think, could not care. The phaeton was rolling smoothly along; she was traversing easily the long stretch of highway she had looked at so often; her old best friend was in charge of her; Rotha gave up care. Yet questions would come up in her mind, though she dismissed them as fast; and her heart kept singing for joy. She did not even ask whither she was driven.
text_transcription: ROTHA COULD NOT THINK COULD NOT CARE THE PHAETON WAS ROLLING SMOOTHLY ALONG SHE WAS TRAVERSING EASILY THE LONG STRETCH OF HIGHWAY SHE HAD LOOKED AT SO OFTEN HER OLD BEST FRIEND WAS IN CHARGE OF HER ROTHA GAVE UP CARE YET QUESTIONS WOULD COME UP IN HER MIND THOUGH SHE DISMISSED THEM AS FAST AND HER HEART KEPT SINGING FOR JOY SHE DID NOT EVEN ASK WHITHER SHE WAS DRIVEN
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə kʊd nˌɑːt θˈɪŋk, kʊd nˌɑːt kˈɛɹ. ðə fˈiːtən wʌz ɹˈoʊlɪŋ smˈuːðli ɐlˈɔŋ; ʃiː wʌz tɹɐvˈɜːsɪŋ ˈiːzili ðə lˈɔŋ stɹˈɛtʃ ʌv hˈaɪweɪ ʃiː hæd lˈʊkt æt sˌoʊ ˈɔfən; hɜːɹ ˈoʊld bˈɛst fɹˈɛnd wʌz ɪn tʃˈɑːɹdʒ ʌv hɜː; ɹˈɑːθə ɡˈeɪv ˌʌp kˈɛɹ. jˈɛt kwˈɛstʃənz wʊd kˈʌm ˌʌp ɪn hɜː mˈaɪnd, ðˌoʊ ʃiː dɪsmˈɪst ðˌɛm æz fˈæst; ænd hɜː hˈɑːɹt kˈɛpt sˈɪŋɪŋ fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ. ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt ˈiːvən ˈæsk wˈɪðɚ ʃiː wʌz dɹˈɪvən.