text_original: I think you ought to be called Colonel Gooseberry." She looked a bright and happy creature as she stood on the mule path in the olive wood, waving her hand to them as they went away— Allegra riding a donkey, the two men walking, one on each side of her bridle, and the guide striding on ahead, leading a second donkey which was to serve as an occasional help by and by, if either of the pedestrians wanted a lift.
text_transcription: I THINK YOU OUGHT TO BE CALLED COLONEL GOOSEBERRY SHE LOOKED A BRIGHT AND HAPPY CREATURE AS SHE STOOD ON THE MULE PATH IN THE OLIVE WOOD WAVING HER HAND TO THEM AS THEY WENT AWAY A LAGRA RIDING A DONKEY THE TWO MEN WALKING ONE ON EACH SIDE OF HER BRIDLE AND THE GUIDE STRIDING ON AHEAD LEADING A SECOND DONKEY WHICH WAS TO SERVE AS AN OCCASIONAL HELP BY AND BY IF EITHER OF THE PEDESTRIANS WANTED A LIFT
phonemes: aɪ θˈɪŋk juː ˈɔːt təbi kˈɔːld kˈɜːnəl ɡˈuːsbɛɹi." ʃiː lˈʊkt ɐ bɹˈaɪt ænd hˈæpi kɹˈiːtʃɚɹ æz ʃiː stˈʊd ɔnðə mjˈuːl pˈæθ ɪnðɪ ˈɑːlɪv wˈʊd, wˈeɪvɪŋ hɜː hˈænd tə ðˌɛm æz ðeɪ wɛnt ɐwˈeɪ— ɐlˈɛɡɹɚ ɹˈaɪdɪŋ ɐ dˈɔŋki, ðə tˈuː mˈɛn wˈɔːkɪŋ, wˈʌn ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ sˈaɪd ʌv hɜː bɹˈaɪdəl, ænd ðə ɡˈaɪd stɹˈaɪdɪŋ ˌɔn ɐhˈɛd, lˈiːdɪŋ ɐ sˈɛkənd dˈɔŋki wˌɪtʃ wʌz tə sˈɜːv æz ɐn əkˈeɪʒənəl hˈɛlp baɪ ænd bˈaɪ, ɪf ˈiːðɚɹ ʌvðə pədˈɛstɹiənz wˈɔntᵻd ɐ lˈɪft.