“You must not mind my asking you questions, for you may ask me the same questions, every one of them, and any others that you like. How old are you?”
“Ten,” answered Tangle.
“You don’t look like it,” said the lady.
“How old are you, please?” returned Tangle.
“Thousands of years old,” answered the lady.
“You don’t look like it,” said Tangle.
“Don’t I? I think I do. Don’t you see how beautiful I am?”
–George MacDonald, The Golden Key