Perhaps middle-aged people might discern Nature's real intentions in the matter of pain if they would examine a boy's punishments and sorrows, for he prolongs neither beyond their actual duration.

With a boy, trouble must be of Homeric dimensions to last overnight.

To him, every next day is really a new day.

Thus, Penrod woke, next morning, with neither the unspared rod, nor Mr.Kinosling in his mind.

Tar, itself, so far as his consideration of it went, might have been an undiscovered substance.