text_original: Rhoda and her father did not talk much. Her instincts told her that he was disposed to be silent; and there was a great deal to occupy eyes and mind. The bindweed hung its large white flowers across the yellow hedges. The wild honeysuckle, in its second bloom, was like an old friend who comes back to comfort us in our declining fortunes.
text_transcription: RHODA AND HER FATHER DID NOT TALK MUCH HER INSTINCTS TOLD HER THAT HE WAS DISPOSED TO BE SILENT AND THERE WAS A GREAT DEAL TO OCCUPY EYES AND MIND THE BIND WEED HUNG ITS LARGE WHITE FLOWERS ACROSS THE YELLOW HEDGES THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE IN ITS SECOND BLOOM WAS LIKE AN OLD FRIEND WHO COMES BACK TO COMFORT US IN OUR DECLINING FORTUNES
phonemes: ɹˈoʊdə ænd hɜː fˈɑːðɚ dɪdnˌɑːt tˈɔːk mˈʌtʃ. hɜːɹ ˈɪnstɪŋkts tˈoʊld hɜː ðæt hiː wʌz dɪspˈoʊzd təbi sˈaɪlənt; ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt dˈiːl tʊ ˈɑːkjʊpˌaɪ ˈaɪz ænd mˈaɪnd. ðə bˈaɪndwiːd hˈʌŋ ɪts lˈɑːɹdʒ wˈaɪt flˈaʊɚz əkɹˌɑːs ðə jˈɛloʊ hˈɛdʒᵻz. ðə wˈaɪld hˈʌnɪsˌʌkəl, ɪn ɪts sˈɛkənd blˈuːm, wʌz lˈaɪk ɐn ˈoʊld fɹˈɛnd hˌuː kˈʌmz bˈæk tə kˈʌmfɚt ˌʌs ɪn ˌaʊɚ dᵻklˈaɪnɪŋ fˈɔːɹtʃʊnz.