text_original: There was only one flight of stairs in the house. As Rhoda slowly ascended them, the loud, steady ticking of the old clock brought back many a childish memory. Would the hours pass as swiftly and brightly as they had done in earlier years?
text_transcription: THERE WAS ONLY ONE FLIGHT OF STAIRS IN THE HOUSE AS RHODA SLOWLY ASCENDED THEM THE LOUD STEADY TICKING OF THE OLD CLOCK BROUGHT BACK MANY A CHILDISH MEMORY WOULD THE HOURS PASS AS SWIFTLY AND BRIGHTLY AS THEY HAD DONE IN EARLIER YEARS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ˈoʊnli wˈʌn flˈaɪt ʌv stˈɛɹz ɪnðə hˈaʊs. æz ɹˈoʊdə slˈoʊli ɐsˈɛndᵻd ðˌɛm, ðə lˈaʊd, stˈɛdi tˈɪkɪŋ ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld klˈɑːk bɹˈɔːt bˈæk mˈɛni ɐ tʃˈaɪldɪʃ mˈɛmɚɹi. wʊd ðɪ ˈaʊɚz pˈæs æz swˈɪftli ænd bɹˈaɪtli æz ðeɪ hæd dˈʌn ɪn ˈɜːlɪɚ jˈɪɹz?