text_original: Tinkles of sleigh bells and distant laughter, that seemed like the mirth of wood elves, came from every quarter. "Oh, Diana," breathed Anne, squeezing Diana's mittened hand under the fur robe, "isn't it all like a beautiful dream?
text_transcription: TINKLES OF SLEIGH BELLS AND DISTANT LAUGHTER THAT SEEMED LIKE THE MIRTH OF WOOD ELVES CAME FROM EVERY QUARTER OH DIANA BREATHED ANNE SQUEEZING DIANA'S MITTENED HAND UNDER THE FUR ROBE ISN'T IT ALL LIKE A BEAUTIFUL DREAM
phonemes: tˈɪŋkəlz ʌv slˈeɪ bˈɛlz ænd dˈɪstənt lˈæftɚ, ðæt sˈiːmd lˈaɪk ðə mˈɜːθ ʌv wˈʊd ˈɛlvz, kˈeɪm fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi kwˈɔːɹɾɚ. "ˈoʊ, daɪˈænə," bɹˈiːðd ˈæn, skwˈiːzɪŋ daɪˈænəz mˈɪʔn̩d hˈænd ˌʌndɚ ðə fˈɜː ɹˈoʊb, "ˌɪzənt ɪɾ ˈɔːl lˈaɪk ɐ bjˈuːɾifəl dɹˈiːm?