text_original: "It is too late for this afternoon," Rotha opined. "I am afraid it is. I do not think we can manage it. Then  Rotha, will you be ready to morrow morning? How early can you be ready?" "We have breakfast about half past six." "_We?_" "Yes," said Rotha half laughing. "We. That is, Mr. Purcell, and his wife, and myself."
text_transcription: IT IS TOO LATE FOR THIS AFTERNOON ROTHER REPINED I AM AFRAID IT IS I DO NOT THINK WE CAN MANAGE IT THEN ROTHA WILL YOU BE READY TO MORROW MORNING HOW EARLY CAN YOU BE READY WE HAVE BREAKFAST ABOUT HALF PAST SIX WE YES SAID ROTHER HALF LAUGHING WE THAT IS MISTER PECEL AND HIS WIFE AND MYSELF
phonemes: "ɪɾ ɪz tˈuː lˈeɪt fɔːɹ ðɪs ˌæftɚnˈuːn," ɹˈɑːθə oʊpˈaɪnd. "aɪɐm ɐfɹˈeɪd ɪɾ ˈɪz. aɪ duːnˌɑːt θˈɪŋk wiː kæn mˈænɪdʒ ɪt. ðˈɛn ɹˈɑːθə, wɪl juː biː ɹˈɛdi tə mˈɑːɹoʊ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ? hˌaʊ ˈɜːli kæn juː biː ɹˈɛdi?" "wiː hæv bɹˈɛkfəst ɐbˌaʊt hˈæf pˈæst sˈɪks." "wiː?" "jˈɛs," sˈɛd ɹˈɑːθə hˈæf lˈæfɪŋ. "wiː. ðæt ˈɪz, mˈɪstɚ. pˈɜːsɛl, ænd hɪz wˈaɪf, ænd maɪsˈɛlf."