text_original: "To Tanfield first, I suppose." Prissy looked significantly at Mr. Southwode, who was ordering the disposition of the trunk, and had evidently more in her thoughts than she chose to utter. Then Joe came with his hand outstretched for a parting grasp, his face smiling with satisfaction. "Well," he said, "we've all done the best we could; and nobody has anything to be sorry for. But we shall miss you, bad!"
text_transcription: TO TANFIELD FIRST I SUPPOSE PRISSY LOOKED SIGNIFICANTLY AT MISTER SOUTHWARD WHO WAS ORDERING THE DISPOSITION OF THE TRUNK AND HAD EVIDENTLY MORE IN HER THOUGHTS THAN SHE CHOSE TO UTTER THEN JOE CAME WITH HIS HAND OUTSTRETCHED FOR A PARTING GRASP HIS FACE SMILING WITH SATISFACTION WELL HE SAID WE'VE ALL DONE THE BEST WE COULD AND NOBODY HAS ANYTHING TO BE SORRY FOR BUT WE SHALL MISS YOU BAD
phonemes: "tə tˈænfiːld fˈɜːst, aɪ səpˈoʊz." pɹˈɪsi lˈʊkt sɪɡnˈɪfɪkəntli æt mˈɪstɚ. sˈaʊθwoʊd, hˌuː wʌz ˈɔːɹdɚɹɪŋ ðə dˌɪspəzˈɪʃən ʌvðə tɹˈʌŋk, ænd hæd ˈɛvɪdəntli mˈɔːɹ ɪn hɜː θˈɔːts ðɐn ʃiː tʃˈoʊz tʊ ˈʌɾɚ. ðˈɛn dʒˈoʊ kˈeɪm wɪð hɪz hˈænd aʊtstɹˈɛtʃt fɚɹə pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ɡɹˈæsp, hɪz fˈeɪs smˈaɪlɪŋ wɪð sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən. "wˈɛl," hiː sˈɛd, "wiːv ˈɔːl dˈʌn ðə bˈɛst wiː kˈʊd; ænd nˈoʊbɑːdi hɐz ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ təbi sˈɑːɹi fɔːɹ. bˌʌt wiːʃˌɐl mˈɪs juː, bˈæd!"