"I was wonderin’," said ’Possum, and hesitated—"if you’d very much mind me leavin’ these things here.  You see, if I take ’em home I’ll never wear ’em, an’ they’ll get grubby an’ crushed.  But if I could put ’em on sometimes when I come over—not to feel such a pig when you make me come into tea, say.  Then they’d be a terrible comfort to me!  I do love ’em so, but it’s here I want to wear ’em.  If I take ’em home I’d take ’em out every day an’ look at ’em, but I’d never put ’em on, for fear of spoilin’ ’em."