text_original: All was happiness without a cloud, till one morning — Allegra and her brother being alone in the library, where she sometimes painted at her little table easel, while he read —she put down her palette and went over to him, laying her hand upon his shoulder as he sat in his accustomed place in the old fashioned bow window.
text_transcription: ALL WAS HAPPINESS WITHOUT A CLOUD TILL ONE MORNING ALLEGRO AND HER BROTHER BEING ALONE IN THE LIBRARY WHERE SHE SOMETIMES PAINTED AT HER LITTLE TABLE EASEL WHILE HE READ SHE PUT DOWN HER PALETTE AND WENT OVER TO HIM LAYING HER HAND UPON HIS SHOULDER AS HE SAT IN HIS ACCUSTOMED PLACE IN THE OLD FASHIONED BOW WINDOW
phonemes: ˈɔːl wʌz hˈæpɪnəs wɪðˌaʊt ɐ klˈaʊd, tˈɪl wˈʌn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ — ɐlˈɛɡɹə ænd hɜː bɹˈʌðɚ bˌiːɪŋ ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə lˈaɪbɹɛɹi, wˌɛɹ ʃiː sˈʌmtaɪmz pˈeɪntᵻd æt hɜː lˈɪɾəl tˈeɪbəl ˈiːzəl, wˌaɪl hiː ɹˈiːd —ʃiː pˌʊt dˌaʊn hɜː pˈælət ænd wɛnt ˈoʊvɚ tə hˌɪm, lˈeɪɪŋ hɜː hˈænd əpˌɑːn hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚɹ æz hiː sˈæt ɪn hɪz ɐkˈʌstəmd plˈeɪs ɪnðɪ ˈoʊld fˈæʃənd bˈoʊ wˈɪndoʊ.