text_original: Isola stood listening to their footsteps, as they passed the little painted shrine on the hill path. She heard them give the time of day to a party of peasant women, with empty 242 All along the River, baskets on their heads, going np to gather the last of the olives.
text_transcription: ISOLA STOOD LISTENING TO THEIR FOOTSTEPS AS THEY PASSED THE LITTLE PAINTED SHRINE ON THE HILL PATH SHE HEARD THEM GIVE THE TIME OF DAY TO A PARTY OF PEASANT WOMEN WITH EMPTY BASKETS ON THEIR HEADS GOING UP TO GATHER THE LAST OF THE OLIVES
phonemes: aɪsˈoʊlə stˈʊd lˈɪsənɪŋ tə ðɛɹ fˈʊtstɛps, æz ðeɪ pˈæst ðə lˈɪɾəl pˈeɪntᵻd ʃɹˈaɪn ɔnðə hˈɪl pˈæθ. ʃiː hˈɜːd ðˌɛm ɡˈɪv ðə tˈaɪm ʌv dˈeɪ tʊ ɐ pˈɑːɹɾi ʌv pˈɛzənt wˈɪmɪn, wɪð ˈɛmpti tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi tˈuː ˈɔːl ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, bˈæskɪts ˌɔn ðɛɹ hˈɛdz, ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌɛnpˈiː tə ɡˈæðɚ ðə lˈæst ʌvðɪ ˈɑːlɪvz.