"Would I?"  ’Possum’s face was eager.  "I’d try not to be too much of a duffer.  It’s like me old dungarees.  Before you come, I thought they were all right; now I can’t stand ’em, except just for rough work.  I think it ’ud be nice if I could get like that about other things—if I could feel as if I couldn’t stand food slung on the table anyhow, or rooms all messy an’ hideous.  Then I could teach the kids."