soul’s humor. And so it must. If at a sudden point you fly into a temper and thoroughly beat the boy for hardly touching the cat — well, that’s life. All you’ve got to say to him is: “There, that’ll serve you for all the times you have pulled her tail and hurt her.” And he will feel outraged, and so will you. But what does it matter? Children have an infinite understanding of the soul’s passionate variabilities, and forgive even a real injustice, if it was spontaneous and not intentional. They know we aren’t perfect. What they don’t forgive us is if we pretend we are: or if we bully.