"He’s a dear, ain’t he?" ’Possum said.  "An’ his little mate’s as plain as he’s pretty, but she’s a dear, too.  Look—there’s a couple of honey-eaters!"  She pointed out a pair of dainty black and yellow birds, hanging head downwards under a patch of eucalyptus blossom.  They had long, curved, slender beaks, in and out of which darted busy tongues ending in little brushes that swept the honey from the flowers.