text_original: "And where is the money now, my dear?" "O, snug in my purse . . . Aunt was _so_ slow In saving it—eighty weeks, or near." . . . "Let's spend it," he hints. "For she won't know. There's a dance to night at the Load of Hay." She passively nods. And they go that way.
text_transcription: AND WHERE IS THE MONEY NOW MY DEAR OH SNUG IN MY PURSE AUNT WAS SO SLOW IN SAVING IT EIGHTY WEEKS OR NEAR LET'S SPEND IT HE HINTS FOR SHE WON'T KNOW THERE'S A DANCE TO NIGHT AT THE LOAD OF HAY SHE PASSIVELY NODS AND THEY GO THAT WAY
phonemes: "ænd wˌɛɹ ɪz ðə mˈʌni nˈaʊ, maɪ dˈɪɹ?" "ˈoʊ, snˈʌɡ ɪn maɪ pˈɜːs . . . ˈænt wʌz sˌoʊ slˈoʊ ɪn sˈeɪvɪŋ ɪt—ˈeɪɾi wˈiːks, ɔːɹ nˈɪɹ." . . . "lˈɛts spˈɛnd ɪt," hiː hˈɪnts. "fɔːɹ ʃiː woʊnt nˈoʊ. ðɛɹz ɐ dˈæns tə nˈaɪt æt ðə lˈoʊd ʌv hˈeɪ." ʃiː pˈæsɪvli nˈɑːdz. ænd ðeɪ ɡˌoʊ ðæt wˈeɪ.