text_original: They loved each other like sisters  neither of them had an own sister  but to day a spirit of rivalry had arisen. [Footnote 1: From _Harper's Young People_, November 25, 1890.] The tough dry blackberry vines on the wall twisted around Submit; she looked, with her circle of red petticoat, like some strange late flower blooming out on the wall.
text_transcription: THEY LOVED EACH OTHER LIKE SISTERS NEITHER OF THEM HAD AN OWN SISTER BUT TO DAY A SPIRIT OF RIVALRY HAD ARISEN THE TOUGH DRY BLACKBERRY VINES ON THE WALL TWISTED AROUND SUBMIT SHE LOOKED WITH HER CIRCLE OF RED PETTICOAT LIKE SOME STRANGE LATE FLOWER BLOOMING OUT ON THE WALL
phonemes: ðeɪ lˈʌvd ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ lˈaɪk sˈɪstɚz nˈiːðɚɹ ʌv ðˌɛm hæd ɐn ˈoʊn sˈɪstɚ bˌʌt tə dˈeɪ ɐ spˈɪɹɪt ʌv ɹˈaɪvəlɹi hæd ɚɹˈɪzən. [fˈʊtnoʊt wˈʌn: fɹʌm hˈɑːɹpɚz jˈʌŋ pˈiːpəl, noʊvˈɛmbɚ twˈɛnti fˈaɪv, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti.] ðə tˈʌf dɹˈaɪ blˈækbɛɹi vˈaɪnz ɔnðə wˈɔːl twˈɪstᵻd ɚɹˈaʊnd səbmˈɪt; ʃiː lˈʊkt, wɪð hɜː sˈɜːkəl ʌv ɹˈɛd pˈɛɾɪkˌoʊt, lˈaɪk sˌʌm stɹˈeɪndʒ lˈeɪt flˈaʊɚ blˈuːmɪŋ ˈaʊt ɔnðə wˈɔːl.