He makes a paper . I help him a great deal . '' `` What is his name ? '' `` Mr. Barlow . We live in Springfield , '' volunteered the new guest , unbending a trifle , thanks to the charms of the cake . `` Have you a mamma , dear ? '' `` She takes naps . I go to walk then . '' `` Without leave , I suspect . Have you no brothers or sisters to go with you ? '' asked Miss Celia , wondering where the little runaway belonged . `` I have two brothers , Thomas Merton Barlow and Harry Sanford Barlow . I am Alfred Tennyson Barlow . We do n't have any girls in our house , only Bridget . '' `` Do n't you go to school ? '' `` The boys do . I do n't learn any Greeks and Latins yet . I dig , and read to mamma , and make poetrys for her . '' `` Could n't you make some for me ? I 'm very fond of poetrys , '' proposed Miss Celia , seeing that this prattle amused the children .
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