Then he began to behave very strangely. He yelped with pain, and ran
out into the yard and rolled over and over in the snow.

"Good! Now you will steal no more eggs," said the cook.

What do you suppose was the matter with Carlo? The egg the cook had
given him was full of red pepper, and his mouth burned as though on
fire. There is no telling what the poor dog would have done if a little
girl had not come along just then.

The little girl had found out what the cook had done. She crept out of
the house and said:

"Poor Carlo, poor doggie, come to me!" and then she took snow and
washed out Carlo's mouth and patted him on the head until he felt all
right again.

Carlo never forgot the little girl's kindness, and he never stole eggs
any more.

Just as old Grizzly stopped speaking, "Tap, tap," was heard on the
window. They looked up and saw Bushy Tail outside.

"Let him in. I'll see that he does no harm," said old Grizzly. They
opened-the door, and Bushy Tail jumped in.

Now, Bushy Tail would not have come if he had not had something to say,
for he felt a little ashamed about the pies.

What do you suppose Bushy Tail had come to say? He had heard of a big