To-day no one "fitted in" better than ’Possum: and Nick O’Connor found himself casting glances of pride at his brood, while mothers from "up the lake" gazed upon the O’Connor tribe with blank amazement, and came to the conclusion that Nick must have found a gold-mine on the farm. "Not that the whole lot of them dresses ain’t cheaper than my Albert’s plush," said one matron, regarding her son’s green sailor suit of that opulent material, with its lace collar.  "But it ain’t exactly that—on’y they look like toffs!"