"You will take care of yourself, won’t you, ’Possum?" Aileen said, when the time came for good-byes.  They had all washed up together, and Tom had insisted on sweeping the kitchen, to the great anguish of mind of the sisters O’Connor. "Don’t try to walk too soon; and promise to get Bertha to rub you twice a day.  You will, Bertha, won’t you?"