text_original: "To hisself, I s'pose," answered the Tinker; "for, as I told you afore, I could see no one vith him." "Do you think he's one of our perfession?" inquired the Sandman. "Bless you! no  that he ain't," returned the Tinker. "He's a reg'lar slap up svell." "That's no reason at all," said the Sandman.
text_transcription: TO HIS SELF I SUPPOSE ANSWERED THE TINKER FOR AS I TOLD YOU AFORE I COULD SEE NO ONE WITH HIM DO YOU THINK HE IS ONE OF OUR PROFESSION INQUIRED THE SANDMAN BLESS YOU KNOW THAT HE AIN'T RETURNED THE TINKER HE'S A REGULAR SLAP UP SWELL THAT'S NO REASON AT ALL SAID THE SANDMAN
phonemes: "tə hɪsˈɛlf, aɪ ˈɛspˈoʊz," ˈænsɚd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ; "fɔːɹ, æz aɪ tˈoʊld juː ɐfˈɔːɹ, aɪ kʊd sˈiː nˈoʊwˈʌn vˈɪθ hˌɪm." "dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk hiːz wˈʌn ʌv ˌaʊɚ pɜːfˈɛʃən?" ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd ðə sˈændmən. "blˈɛs juː! nˈoʊ ðæt hiː ˈeɪnt," ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ðə tˈɪŋkɚ. "hiːz ɐ ɹᵻɡlˈɑːɹ slˈæp ˌʌp svˈɛl." "ðæts nˈoʊ ɹˈiːzən æɾ ˈɔːl," sˈɛd ðə sˈændmən.