"They ought to be beginning to rise about now, over by Spring Brook." "But what became of the two Little Furry Ones after that ?" demanded the Babe, refusing to stir.
"Well, _now_," protested Uncle Andy in an injured voice, "you _know_ I ain't like Bill and some other folk.

I don't know everything.

But I've every reason to believe that, with any kind of otter luck, they lived to grow up and have families of their own--and taught every one of them, you may be sure, to slide down hill.

As likely as not, that very slide over yonder belongs to one of their families.

Now come along and don't ask any more questions.".