text_original: Meta's manuscript, carefully tied up, was lying on the little table near. As Elsie's fingers rested on the roll, her thoughts went straying back to that evening in the early spring when she had stood here to fight her battle in silence.
text_transcription: META'S MANUSCRIPT CAREFULLY TIED UP WAS LYING ON THE LITTLE TABLE NEAR AS ELSIE'S FINGERS RESTED ON THE ROLL HER THOUGHTS WENT STRAYING BACK TO THAT EVENING IN THE EARLY SPRING WHEN SHE HAD STOOD HERE TO FIGHT HER BATTLE IN SILENCE
phonemes: mˈɛɾəz mˈænjuːskɹˌɪpt, kˈɛɹfəli tˈaɪd ˈʌp, wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ ɔnðə lˈɪɾəl tˈeɪbəl nˈɪɹ. æz ˈɛlsiz fˈɪŋɡɚz ɹˈɛstᵻd ɔnðə ɹˈoʊl, hɜː θˈɔːts wɛnt stɹˈeɪɪŋ bˈæk tə ðæt ˈiːvnɪŋ ɪnðɪ ˈɜːli spɹˈɪŋ wɛn ʃiː hæd stˈʊd hˈɪɹ tə fˈaɪt hɜː bˈæɾəl ɪn sˈaɪləns.