text_original: The gardens were in tumult of leaf and bloom, and the little girl ran hither and thither, gathering single flowers, and then everything that came under her hands, binding them together in bouquets  one for mother, one for the Major, and one for herself.
text_transcription: THE GARDENS WERE IN TUMULT OF LEAF AND BLOOM AND THE LITTLE GIRL RAN THITHER AND THITHER GATHERING SINGLE FLOWERS AND THEN EVERYTHING THAT CAME UNDER HER HANDS BINDING THEM TOGETHER IN BOUQUETS ONE FOR MOTHER ONE FOR THE MAJOR ONE FOR HERSELF
phonemes: ðə ɡˈɑːɹdənz wɜːɹ ɪn tˈuːmʌlt ʌv lˈiːf ænd blˈuːm, ænd ðə lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɜːl ɹˈæn hˈɪðɚ ænd ðˈɪðɚ, ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ sˈɪŋɡəl flˈaʊɚz, ænd ðˈɛn ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ ðæt kˈeɪm ˌʌndɚ hɜː hˈændz, bˈaɪndɪŋ ðˌɛm təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɪn buːkˈeɪs wˈʌn fɔːɹ mˈʌðɚ, wˈʌn fɚðə mˈeɪdʒɚ, ænd wˈʌn fɔːɹ hɜːsˈɛlf.