text_original: Rhoda ran up into her room, and dressed herself in haste. Little Nelly crowed with glee when her small black pelisse was buttoned on. She was quite unconscious of the compassion that her mourning garments excited.
text_transcription: RHODA RAN UP INTO HER ROOM AND DRESSED HERSELF IN HASTE LITTLE NELLIE CROWED WITH GLEE WHEN HER SMALL BLACK PELISSE WAS BUTTONED ON SHE WAS QUITE UNCONSCIOUS OF THE COMPASSION THAT HER MOURNING GARMENTS EXCITED
phonemes: ɹˈoʊdɚ ɹˈæn ˌʌp ˌɪntʊ hɜː ɹˈuːm, ænd dɹˈɛst hɜːsˈɛlf ɪn hˈeɪst. lˈɪɾəl nˈɛli kɹˈoʊd wɪð ɡlˈiː wɛn hɜː smˈɔːl blˈæk pˈɛlɪs wʌz bˈʌʔn̩d ˈɔn. ʃiː wʌz kwˈaɪt ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəs ʌvðə kəmpˈæʃən ðæt hɜː mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɡˈɑːɹmənts ɛksˈaɪɾᵻd.