text_original: Its little pinched face, and bloodstained dress prepared her for Warren's story. "It is nearly starved," she said. "What shall we give it?" "I know," said Ivan. "Babies all drink milk, don't they? There is a court down below, and when we went out I saw a couple of goats in it."
text_transcription: ITS LITTLE PINCHED FACE AND BLOOD STAINED DRESS PREPARED HER FOR WAR AND STORY IT IS NEARLY STARVED SHE SAID WHAT SHALL WE GIVE IT I KNOW SAID IVAN BABIES ALL DRINK MILK DON'T THEY THERE IS A COURT DOWN BELOW AND WHEN WE WENT OUT I SAW A COUPLE OF GOATS IN IT
phonemes: ɪts lˈɪɾəl pˈɪntʃt fˈeɪs, ænd blˈʌdsteɪnd dɹˈɛs pɹɪpˈɛɹd hɜː fɔːɹ wˈɔːɹənz stˈɔːɹi. "ɪɾ ɪz nˌɪɹli stˈɑːɹvd," ʃiː sˈɛd. "wˌʌt ʃˌæl wiː ɡˈɪv ɪt?" "aɪ nˈoʊ," sˈɛd ˈaɪvən. "bˈeɪbiz ˈɔːl dɹˈɪŋk mˈɪlk, dˈoʊnt ðeɪ? ðɛɹ ɪz ɐ kˈɔːɹt dˌaʊn bᵻlˈoʊ, ænd wɛn wiː wɛnt ˈaʊt aɪ sˈɔː ɐ kˈʌpəl ʌv ɡˈoʊts ɪn ɪt."