text_original: It was six by ten inches, stuffed with straw. His head was supported by two bits of board and a pair of very muddy boots. He called me, clutched my dress, and plead: " Mother, can't you get me a blanket, I'm so cold; I could live if I could get any care!"
text_transcription: IT WAS SIX BY TEN INCHES STUFFED WITH STRAW HIS HEAD WAS SUPPORTED BY TWO BITS OF BOARD AND A PAIR OF VERY MUDDY BOOTS HE CALLED ME CLUTCHED MY DRESS AND SAID MOTHER CAN'T YOU GET ME A BLANKET I'M SO COLD I COULD LIVE IF I COULD GET ANY CARE
phonemes: ɪt wʌz sˈɪks baɪ tˈɛn ˈɪntʃᵻz, stˈʌft wɪð stɹˈɔː. hɪz hˈɛd wʌz səpˈɔːɹɾᵻd baɪ tˈuː bˈɪts ʌv bˈɔːɹd ænd ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv vˈɛɹi mˈʌdi bˈuːts. hiː kˈɔːld mˌiː, klˈʌtʃt maɪ dɹˈɛs, ænd plˈiːd: " mˈʌðɚ, kˈænt juː ɡɛt mˌiː ɐ blˈæŋkɪt, aɪm sˌoʊ kˈoʊld; aɪ kʊd lˈɪv ɪf aɪ kʊd ɡɛt ˌɛni kˈɛɹ!"