"I reckon I am," said ’Possum firmly.  "There’s other, things besides Cups.  I couldn’t do it."  There was a hint of a sob in her voice. "Please don’t ask me, Missus; you’re a brick to say you’d help me, an’ you don’t know how I want them dresses.  But I got to go without.  Don’t you worry about me—you been awful good to me already."