But, like twelve, seven is an honourable age, and the ambition to attain it is laudable.
People look forward to being seven.

Similarly, twenty is worthy, and so, arbitrarily, is twenty-one; forty-five has great solidity; seventy is most commendable and each year thereafter an increasing honour.

Thirteen is embarrassed by the beginnings of a new colthood; the child becomes a youth.

But twelve is the very top of boyhood.
Dressing, that morning, Penrod felt that the world was changed from the world of yesterday.

For one thing, he seemed to own more of it; this day was HIS day.