Frau Rothschild lived to be eighty-nine years old, and, to the last, she retained not only her faculties, but also her much-dreaded wit. In her last illness she whispered to her physician: “Dear Doctor, do try to do something for me.”
“What can I do?” replied the physician, “I can’t make you young again.”
“I don’t want you to; I only want to keep on growing old.”
