text_original: The Visiter was three years old when he turned one day, examined me critically, and exclaimed: " Why do you wear those hideous caps? You seem to have good hair. Mrs. Kiddle says she knows you have, and she and some ladies were wondering only yesterday, why you do make yourself such a fright." The offending cap was a net scarf tied under the chin, and I said, "You know I am subject to quinsy, and this cap protects my tonsils."
text_transcription: THE VISITOR WAS THREE YEARS OLD WHEN HE TURNED ONE DAY EXAMINED ME CRITICALLY AND EXCLAIMED WHY DO YOU WEAR THOSE HIDEOUS CAPS YOU SEEM TO HAVE GOOD HAIR MISSUS RIDDLE SAYS SHE KNOWS YOU HAVE AND SHE AND SOME LADIES WERE WONDERING ONLY YESTERDAY WHY YOU DO MAKE YOURSELF SUCH A FRIGHT THE OFFENDING CAP WAS A NET SCARF TIED UNDER THE CHIN AND I SAID YOU KNOW I AM SUBJECT TO QUINSY AND THIS CAP PROTECTS MY TONSILS
phonemes: ðə vˈɪzɪɾɚ wʌz θɹˈiː jˈɪɹz ˈoʊld wɛn hiː tˈɜːnd wˈʌn dˈeɪ, ɛɡzˈæmɪnd mˌiː kɹˈɪɾɪkli, ænd ɛksklˈeɪmd: " wˌaɪ dˈuː juː wˈɛɹ ðoʊz hˈɪdiəs kˈæps? juː sˈiːm tə hæv ɡˈʊd hˈɛɹ. mˈɪsɪz. kˈɪdəl sˈɛz ʃiː nˈoʊz juː hˈæv, ænd ʃiː ænd sˌʌm lˈeɪdiz wɜː wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ ˈoʊnli jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ, wˌaɪ juː dˈuː mˌeɪk jɔːɹsˈɛlf sˈʌtʃ ɐ fɹˈaɪt." ðɪ əfˈɛndɪŋ kˈæp wʌzɐ nˈɛt skˈɑːɹf tˈaɪd ˌʌndɚ ðə tʃˈɪn, ænd aɪ sˈɛd, "juː nˈoʊ aɪɐm sˈʌbdʒɛkt tə kwˈɪnzi, ænd ðɪs kˈæp pɹətˈɛkts maɪ tˈɑːnsəlz."