38 THE LIFE STORY OF AN OTTER 



until their glossy coats were as smooth as satin. 

 As soon as their toilet was finished they settled 

 down to sleep, and so soft was their breathing, 

 so thoroughly did their dark pelt harmonize with 

 its surroundings, that there was nothing to betray 

 their presence except eyes which glowed in the 

 sombre light until the lids closed and hid their 

 amber fires. 



