text_original: "My dear nephew!" says he, striding toward me with eager steps, as you perhaps remember, smiling his eternally dry, leathery smile  "Nephew Frederick!"  and he held out both hands to me, book in one and bag in t'other  "I am rejoiced! One would almost think you had tried to hide away from your old uncle, for I've been three days hunting you up. And how is Dolly?
text_transcription: MY DEAR NEPHEW SAYS HE STRIDING TOWARD ME WITH EAGER STEPS AS YOU PERHAPS REMEMBER SMILING HIS ETERNALLY DRY LEATHERY SMILE NEPHEW FREDERICK AND HE HELD OUT BOTH HANDS TO ME BOOK IN ONE AND BAG IN T'OTHER I AM REJOICED ONE WOULD ALMOST THINK YOU HAD TRIED TO HIDE AWAY FROM YOUR OLD UNCLE FOR I'VE BEEN THREE DAYS HUNTING YOU UP AND HOW IS DOLLY
phonemes: "maɪ dˈɪɹ nˈɛfjuː!" sˈɛz hiː, stɹˈaɪdɪŋ təwˈɔːɹd mˌiː wɪð ˈiːɡɚ stˈɛps, æz juː pɚhˈæps ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ, smˈaɪlɪŋ hɪz ɪtˈɜːnəli dɹˈaɪ, lˈɛðɚɹi smˈaɪl  "nˈɛfjuː fɹˈɛdɚɹˌɪk!"  ænd hiː hˈɛld ˈaʊt bˈoʊθ hˈændz tə mˌiː, bˈʊk ɪn wˈʌn ænd bˈæɡ ɪn tˈiːˈʌðɚ  "aɪɐm ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪst! wˈʌn wʊd ˈɔːlmoʊst θˈɪŋk juː hæd tɹˈaɪd tə hˈaɪd ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm jʊɹ ˈoʊld ˈʌŋkəl, fɔːɹ aɪv bˌɪn θɹˈiː dˈeɪz hˈʌntɪŋ juː ˈʌp. ænd hˌaʊ ɪz dˈɑːli?