text_original: And yet one had to come back to the everyday world again  a very fair world on that morning. Newly reaped fields lay bare and glistening in the sun; thistle down drifted about in the languid air, and the baby stretched out her hands to grasp the butterflies. She looked up, wonderingly, with Helen's brown eyes, when Rhoda pressed her to her bosom and wept.
text_transcription: AND YET ONE HAD TO COME BACK TO THE EVERY DAY WORLD AGAIN A VERY FAIR WORLD ON THAT MORNING NEWLY REAPED FIELDS LAY BARE AND GLISTENING IN THE SUN THISTLEDOWN DRIFTED ABOUT IN THE LANGUID AIR AND THE BABY STRETCHED OUT HER HANDS TO GRASP THE BUTTERFLIES SHE LOOKED UP WONDERINGLY WITH HELEN'S BROWN EYES WHEN RHODA PRESSED HER TO HER BOSOM AND WEPT
phonemes: ænd jˈɛt wˈʌn hædtə kˈʌm bˈæk tə ðɪ ˈɛvɹɪdˌeɪ wˈɜːld ɐɡˈɛn ɐ vˈɛɹi fˈɛɹ wˈɜːld ˌɔn ðæt mˈɔːɹnɪŋ. nˈuːli ɹˈiːpt fˈiːldz lˈeɪ bˈɛɹ ænd ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ ɪnðə sˈʌn; θˈɪsəl dˌaʊn dɹˈɪftᵻd ɐbˌaʊt ɪnðə lˈæŋɡwɪd ˈɛɹ, ænd ðə bˈeɪbi stɹˈɛtʃt ˈaʊt hɜː hˈændz tə ɡɹˈæsp ðə bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪz. ʃiː lˈʊkt ˈʌp, wˈʌndɚɹɪŋli, wɪð hˈɛlənz bɹˈaʊn ˈaɪz, wˌɛn ɹˈoʊdə pɹˈɛst hɜː tə hɜː bˈʊzəm ænd wˈɛpt.