"I’m gettin’ more meself than I ever did," ’Possum had answered.  "Look how you’ve learnt me to get things up dossy, to sell—strawb’ries an’ gooseb’ries in little nests of leaves, an’ veg’tables lookin’ pretty enough to put in vawses in a parlour!  I used to dump me things in anyhow.  It’s no wonder they fall over themselves to buy things like you send ’em in.  Flowers, too; it never even entered me head that summer visitors ’ud like ’em—an’ they rush me for ’em!  I do think I was a silly ass all these years!"