from My Name is Asher Lev, by Chaim Potok

"That is where your pictures will hang in the spring," Anna Schaeffer said to me, pointing to the walls.
    I stared at her and felt a shock move through me.
   "I would have done it this year," she said. "But this old man would not let me."
   "He is still a boy this year," Jacob Kahn said. "A boy should not rush to make his soul naked."