text_original: "Why am I forbidden?" inquired Nanina, innocently. "Don't ask questions, baby! Do as you are told. Bring me back a nice note or message to morrow from the studio, and I will intercede with this lady to get you some work. You are a foolish child to want it, when you might make more money here and at Florence, by sitting to painters and sculptors; though what they can see to paint or model in you I never could understand."
text_transcription: WHY AM I FORBIDDEN INQUIRED NANINA INNOCENTLY DON'T ASK QUESTIONS BABY DO AS YOU ARE TOLD BRING ME BACK A NICE NOTE OR MESSAGE TO MORROW FROM THE STUDIO AND I WILL INTERCEDE WITH THIS LADY TO GET YOU SOME WORK YOU ARE A FOOLISH CHILD TO WANT IT WHEN YOU MIGHT MAKE MORE MONEY HERE AND AT FLORENCE BY SITTING TO PAINTERS AND SCULPTORS THOUGH WHAT THEY CAN SEE TO PAINT OR MODEL IN YOU I NEVER COULD UNDERSTAND
phonemes: "wˌaɪ æm aɪ fɚbˈɪdən?" ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd nˈænɪnə, ˈɪnəsəntli. "dˈoʊnt ˈæsk kwˈɛstʃənz, bˈeɪbi! dˈuː æz juː ɑːɹ tˈoʊld. bɹˈɪŋ mˌiː bˈæk ɐ nˈaɪs nˈoʊt ɔːɹ mˈɛsɪdʒ tə mˈɑːɹoʊ fɹʌmðə stˈuːdɪˌoʊ, ænd aɪ wɪl ˌɪntɚsˈiːd wɪð ðɪs lˈeɪdi tə ɡɛt juː sˌʌm wˈɜːk. juː ɑːɹ ɐ fˈuːlɪʃ tʃˈaɪld tə wˈɔnt ɪt, wˌɛn juː mˌaɪt mˌeɪk mˈɔːɹ mˈʌni hˈɪɹ ænd æt flˈɔːɹəns, baɪ sˈɪɾɪŋ tə pˈeɪntɚz ænd skˈʌlptɚz; ðˌoʊ wʌt ðeɪ kæn sˈiː tə pˈeɪnt ɔːɹ mˈɑːdəl ɪn juː aɪ nˈɛvɚ kʊd ˌʌndɚstˈænd."