text_original: Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart; his eyes shone with joy. "I must have been born with a caul," he cried; "everything I want happens to me just as if I were a Sunday child."
text_transcription: HANS LOADED HIMSELF WITH THE STONES AND WENT ON WITH A CONTENTED HEART HIS EYES SHONE WITH JOY I MUST HAVE BEEN BORN WITH A CALL HE CRIED EVERYTHING I WANT HAPPENS TO ME JUST AS IF I WERE A SUNDAY CHILD
phonemes: hˈænz lˈoʊdᵻd hɪmsˈɛlf wɪððə stˈoʊnz, ænd wɛnt ˌɔn wɪð ɐ kəntˈɛntᵻd hˈɑːɹt; hɪz ˈaɪz ʃˈɑːn wɪð dʒˈɔɪ. "aɪ mˈʌstɐv bˌɪn bˈɔːɹn wɪð ɐ kˈɔːl," hiː kɹˈaɪd; "ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ aɪ wˈɔnt hˈæpənz tə mˌiː dʒˈʌst æz ɪf aɪ wɜːɹ ɐ sˈʌndeɪ tʃˈaɪld."