"You must take some fish," said Aileen, quickly halving the catch and placing ’Possum’s share in an old sugar-bag.  "No, that’s not too much at all: there are more of you to eat it.  And you know Polly loves fish!"  They exchanged a fishy hand-grip.  "Oh, and, ’Possum, come over to see us on Christmas afternoon, won’t you?"