text_original: She was standing on the door step after breakfast, wearing her pretty grey gown, and a creamy muslin kerchief knotted at the throat. Her face, under the golden straw hat, was so richly, yet delicately, coloured that it wore the aspect of a flower.
text_transcription: SHE WAS STANDING ON THE DOORSTEP AFTER BREAKFAST WEARING HER PRETTY GREY GOWN AND A CREAMY MUSLIN KERCHIEF KNOTTED AT THE THROAT HER FACE UNDER THE GOLDEN STRAW HAT WAS SO RICHLY YET DELICATELY COLORED THAT IT WORE THE ASPECT OF A FLOWER
phonemes: ʃiː wʌz stˈændɪŋ ɔnðə dˈɔːɹ stˈɛp ˈæftɚ bɹˈɛkfəst, wˈɛɹɪŋ hɜː pɹˈɪɾi ɡɹˈeɪ ɡˈaʊn, ænd ɐ kɹˈiːmi mˈʌslɪn kˈɜːtʃiːf nˈɑːɾᵻd æt ðə θɹˈoʊt. hɜː fˈeɪs, ˌʌndɚ ðə ɡˈoʊldən stɹˈɔː hˈæt, wʌz sˌoʊ ɹˈɪtʃli, jˈɛt dˈɛlᵻkətli, kˈʌlɚd ðˌɐɾɪt wˈɔːɹ ðɪ ˈæspɛkt əvə flˈaʊɚ.