text_original: On such days she did not sneeze, reserving those expressions of her joy for sunny days and the crisp winds. At a forking of the ways we came suddenly on one grey and three brown ponies, who shied round and flung away in front of us, a vision of pretty heads and haunches tangled in the thin lane, till, conscious that they were beyond their beat, they faced the bank and, one by one, scrambled over to join the other ghosts out on the dim common.
text_transcription: ON SUCH DAYS SHE DID NOT SNEEZE RESERVING THOSE EXPRESSIONS OF HER JOY FOR SUNNY DAYS AND THE CRISP WINDS AT THE FORKING OF THE WAYS WE CAME SUDDENLY ON ONE GRAY AND THREE BROWN PONIES WHO SHIED ROUND AND FLUNG AWAY IN FRONT OF US A VISION OF PRETTY HEADS AND HAUNCHES TANGLED IN THE THIN LANE TILL CONSCIOUS THAT THEY WERE BEYOND THEIR BEAT THEY FACED THE BANK AND ONE BY ONE SCRAMBLED OVER TO JOIN THE OTHER GHOSTS OUT ON THE DIM COMMON
phonemes: ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ dˈeɪz ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt snˈiːz, ɹɪzˈɜːvɪŋ ðoʊz ɛkspɹˈɛʃənz ʌv hɜː dʒˈɔɪ fɔːɹ sˈʌni dˈeɪz ænd ðə kɹˈɪsp wˈɪndz. æɾə fˈɔːɹkɪŋ ʌvðə wˈeɪz wiː kˈeɪm sˈʌdənli ˌɔn wˈʌn ɡɹˈeɪ ænd θɹˈiː bɹˈaʊn pˈoʊniz, hˌuː ʃˈaɪd ɹˈaʊnd ænd flˈʌŋ ɐwˈeɪ ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv ˌʌs, ɐ vˈɪʒən ʌv pɹˈɪɾi hˈɛdz ænd hˈɔːntʃᵻz tˈæŋɡəld ɪnðə θˈɪn lˈeɪn, tˈɪl, kˈɑːnʃəs ðæt ðeɪ wɜː bᵻjˌɔnd ðɛɹ bˈiːt, ðeɪ fˈeɪsd ðə bˈæŋk ænd, wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn, skɹˈæmbəld ˌoʊvɚ tə dʒˈɔɪn ðɪ ˈʌðɚ ɡˈoʊsts ˈaʊt ɔnðə dˈɪm kˈɑːmən.