text_original: The dear old lady, in her black silk dress and Honiton lace cap, came rustling softly into the room on this golden evening. "Elsie," she said, "you are to wear my flowers. Mr. Ryan is cutting some in the greenhouse at this moment, but I am before him.
text_transcription: THE DEAR OLD LADY IN HER BLACK SILK DRESS AND HANNETON LACE CAP CAME RUSTLING SOFTLY INTO THE ROOM ON THIS GOLDEN EVENING ELSIE SHE SAID YOU ARE TO WEAR MY FLOWERS MISTER RYAN IS CUTTING SOME IN THE GREENHOUSE AT THIS MOMENT BUT I AM BEFORE HIM
phonemes: ðə dˈɪɹ ˈoʊld lˈeɪdi, ɪn hɜː blˈæk sˈɪlk dɹˈɛs ænd hˈɑːnɪtən lˈeɪs kˈæp, kˈeɪm ɹˈʌsəlɪŋ sˈɔftli ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈuːm ˌɔn ðɪs ɡˈoʊldən ˈiːvnɪŋ. "ˈɛlsi," ʃiː sˈɛd, "juː ɑːɹ tə wˈɛɹ maɪ flˈaʊɚz. mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈaɪən ɪz kˈʌɾɪŋ sˌʌm ɪnðə ɡɹˈiːnhaʊs æt ðɪs mˈoʊmənt, bˌʌt aɪɐm bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm.