text_original: asked Anne, running breathlessly down from the east gable one February evening. "I don't see what you want to be traipsing about after dark for," said Marilla shortly.
text_transcription: ASKED ANNE RUNNING BREATHLESSLY DOWN FROM THE EAST GABLE ONE FEBRUARY EVENING I DON'T SEE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE TRAPES IN ABOUT AFTER DARK FOR SAID MARILLA SHORTLY
phonemes: ˈæskt ˈæn, ɹˈʌnɪŋ bɹˈɛθləsli dˌaʊn fɹʌmðɪ ˈiːst ɡˈeɪbəl wˈʌn fˈɛbɹuːˌɛɹi ˈiːvnɪŋ. "aɪ dˈoʊnt sˈiː wʌt juː wˈɔnt təbi tɹˈeɪpsɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ˈæftɚ dˈɑːɹk fɔːɹ," sˈɛd mæɹˈɪlə ʃˈɔːɹtli.