text_original: "O Uncle, I am glad you don't think it's wrong to dance!" cried Helen, coming suddenly out of the house. "Here's good news! Squire Derrick is going to give a feast in his park next Friday. I know that John can't go, because of his sprained ankle; but William Gill will drive us to the park in his chaise. There'll be room for Rhoda and me and Mrs. Gill." "But, Helen, I don't go to merry makings," said Rhoda, gravely.
text_transcription: OH UNCLE I AM GLAD YOU DON'T THINK IT'S WRONG TO DANCE CRIED HELEN COMING SUDDENLY OUT OF THE HOUSE HERE'S GOOD NEWS SQUIRE DERYCK IS GOING TO GIVE A FEAST IN HIS PARK NEXT FRIDAY I KNOW THAT JOHN CAN'T GO BECAUSE OF HIS SPRAINED ANKLE BUT WILLIAM GILL WILL DRIVE US TO THE PARK IN HIS CHAISE THERE'LL BE ROOM FOR RHODA AND ME AND MISSUS GILL BUT HELEN I DON'T GO TO MERRYMAKINGS SAID RHODA GRAVELY
phonemes: "ˈoʊ ˈʌŋkəl, aɪɐm ɡlˈæd juː dˈoʊnt θˈɪŋk ɪts ɹˈɔŋ tə dˈæns!" kɹˈaɪd hˈɛlən, kˈʌmɪŋ sˈʌdənli ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈaʊs. "hˈɪɹz ɡˈʊd nˈuːz! skwˈaɪɚ dˈɛɹɪk ɪz ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə ɡˈɪv ɐ fˈiːst ɪn hɪz pˈɑːɹk nˈɛkst fɹˈaɪdeɪ. aɪ nˈoʊ ðæt dʒˈɑːn kˈænt ɡˈoʊ, bɪkˈʌz ʌv hɪz spɹˈeɪnd ˈæŋkəl; bˌʌt wˈɪljəm ɡˈɪl wɪl dɹˈaɪv ˌʌs tə ðə pˈɑːɹk ɪn hɪz ʃˈeɪz. ðɛɹl biː ɹˈuːm fɔːɹ ɹˈoʊdə ænd mˌiː ænd mˈɪsɪz. ɡˈɪl." "bˌʌt, hˈɛlən, aɪ dˈoʊnt ɡˌoʊ tə mˈɛɹi mˈeɪkɪŋz," sˈɛd ɹˈoʊdə, ɡɹˈeɪvli.