"Harold," I said, "do you feel the sacred innocence of childhood brooding in you?"
He was alarmed, but bravely attempted a smile.
"Ah, father!" he said.
I looked at him severely.
"Do you know what I ought to do to you in the name of the New Parenthood?"
"Ah, father!" and his lip trembled.
"You are a disgrace to the eternal spark in you," I said.
He lowered his head and began to cry. It required an effort to be stern, but I persisted.
"Harold," I said, "you will go into your room and stand in the corner for ten minutes. Close the door behind you. I will tell you when time is up."