Thou wilt find, it on the chest of drawers in the bedroom." Becky shook herself impatiently.
"I will go," said the special young man.
"No, it is not beautiful that a young man shall go into my bedroom in my absence," said Mrs.Belcovitch blushing.
Becky left the room.
"Thou knowest," said Mrs.Belcovitch, addressing herself to the special young man, "I suffer greatly from my legs.

One is a thick one, and one a thin one." The young man sighed sympathetically.
"Whence comes it ?" he asked.
"Do I know?
I was born so.

My poor lambkin (this was the way Mrs.
Belcovitch always referred to her dead mother) had well-matched legs.

If I had Aristotle's head I might be able to find out why my legs are inferior.

And so one goes about." The reverence for Aristotle enshrined in Yiddish idiom is probably due to his being taken by the vulgar for a Jew.