`` There he is . '' A pause , a long look ; then a new demand with the same solemn tone , the same advance . `` I wish to hear the donkey bray . '' `` Certainly , if he will . '' `` And the peacocks scream . '' `` Any thing more , sir ? '' Having reached the table by this time , the insatiable infant surveyed its ravaged surface , then pointed a fat little finger at the last cake , left for manners , and said , commandingly , -- `` I will have some of that . '' `` Help yourself ; and sit upon the step to eat it , while you tell me whose boy you are , '' said Miss Celia , much amused at his proceedings . Deliberately putting down his sticks , the child took the cake , and , composing himself upon the step , answered with his rosy mouth full , -- `` I am papa 's boy . 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 XXXXX .
Barlow Celia Mr. Springfield bray deal demand left paper sticks