"That’s lovely!" said Aileen, and smiled at her. "Now she’s going to eat my sponge cake and tell me if it isn’t good."  She took it to ’Possum’s side, with a cup of tea, and turned an empty box into a bedside table; and they were all very merry, and ate enormously, while ’Possum nibbled her cake and watched Aileen’s smallest movement, and sighed now and then with a content that not even bandaged, aching feet could take away.