It was much too hot and burned their mouths and they began to weep and wail.
Curly-Tail gave each one a sip of milk to cool their mouths, and at this very minute, some one rapped on a tree outside saying,
“Beside this little tent I’ll stay
Alas, alack, I’ve lost my way.”
“Daddy Do-Little,” shouted the Fourteen Little Darling Dogs.
They ran outside and hugged the old fellow and Curly-Tail was pleased to invite him into the tent.
The Darling Dogs forgot all about their table manners for Daddy Do-Little carried a great basket of good things to eat, and they danced about the basket and helped themselves.
By and by Daddy Do-Little grew tired of the noise and he whispered something into Curly-Tail’s left ear and they went outside.