"I've read about them," she said. "They are dear little animals with long furry tails, much bigger than Sarah's tail, and they climb up trees." "Oh, they climb up trees, do they?" Uncle Victor was very polite and attentive. "Yes. There's their picture in Bank's Natural History Book. Next to the Ornythrincus or Duck-billed Plat-i-pus. If they came into the house Mamma would be frightened. But I would not be frightened. I should stroke them." "Do you think," Uncle Victor said, still politely, "you _quite_ know what you mean?" "_I_ know," Daniel said, "she means opossums." "Yes," Mary said. "Opossums." "What _are_ opinions?" "Opinions," Papa said, "are things that people put in other people's heads. Nasty, dangerous things, opinions." She thought: "That was why Mamma and Papa were frightened." "You won't put them into Mamma's head, will you, Aunt Lavvy?" Mamma said, "Get on with your dinner. Papa's only teasing." Aunt Lavvy's face flushed slowly, and she held her mouth tight, as if she were trying not to cry. Papa was teasing Aunt Lavvy. "How do you like that Ilford house, Charlotte?" Mamma asked suddenly. "It's the nicest little house you ever saw," Aunt Charlotte said. "But it's too far away. I'd rather have any ugly, poky old den that was next door. I want to see all I can of you and Emilius and Dan and little darling Mary. Before I go away." "You aren't thinking of going away when you've only just come?" "That's what Victor and Lavinia say. But you don't suppose I'm going to stay an old maid all my life to please Victor and Lavinia." "I haven't thought about it at all," Mamma said. "_They_ have. _I_ know what they're thinking. But it's all settled. I'm going to Marshall and Snelgrove's for my things. There's a silver-grey poplin in their window. If I decide on it, Caroline, you shall have my grey watered silk." "You needn't waggle your big beard at me, Emilius," Aunt Charlotte said. Papa pretended that he hadn't heard her and began to talk to Uncle Victor. "Did you read John Bright's speech in Parliament last night?" Uncle Victor said, "I did." "What did you think of it?" Uncle Victor raised his shoulders and his eyebrows and spread out his thin, small hands. "A man with a face like that," Aunt Charlotte said, "oughtn't to _be_ in Parliament." "He's the man who saved England," said Papa. "What's the good of that if he can't save himself? Where does he expect to go to with the hats he wears?" "Where does Emilius expect to go to," Uncle Victor said, "when his John Bright and his Gladstone get their way?" Suddenly Aunt Charlotte left off smiling. "Emilius," she said, "do you uphold Gladstone?" "Of course I uphold Gladstone. There's nobody in this country fit to black his boots." "I know nothing about his boots. But he's an infidel. He wants to pull down the Church. I thought you were a Churchman?" "So I am," Papa said. "I've too good an opinion of the Church to imagine that it can't stand alone."