text_original: "It's no gammon," said Ginger. "Look at them ears, miss  vy, they're as long as your own ringlets  and them pads  an' I'm sure you von't say she's dear at twenty pound." "She's a lovely little creature, indeed," returned Ebba, again patting the animal's head.
text_transcription: IT'S NO GAMMON SAID GINGER LOOK AT THEM EARS MISS FIGHT ERE AS LONG AS YOUR OWN RINGLETS AND THEM PADS AND I'M SURE YOU WON'T SAY SHE'S DEAR AT TWENTY POUND SHE'S A LOVELY LITTLE CREATURE INDEED RETURNED EBBA AGAIN PATTING THE ANIMAL'S HEAD
phonemes: "ɪts nˈoʊ ɡˈæmən," sˈɛd dʒˈɪndʒɚ. "lˈʊk æt ðˌɛm ˈɪɹz, mˈɪs vˈaɪ, ðeɪɚɹ æz lˈɔŋ æz jʊɹ ˈoʊn ɹˈɪŋɡlɪts ænd ðˌɛm pˈædz æn aɪm ʃˈʊɹ juː vˈɑːnt sˈeɪ ʃiːz dˈɪɹ æt twˈɛnti pˈaʊnd." "ʃiːz ɐ lˈʌvli lˈɪɾəl kɹˈiːtʃɚ, ˌɪndˈiːd," ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ˈɛbə, ɐɡˈɛn pˈæɾɪŋ ðɪ ˈænɪməlz hˈɛd.