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Updated: May 13, 2025
Nipsy went high up the beach, and found a lot of young hedge-crickets. But he did not half enjoy them. They were fat and smooth, and he was hungry, but crickets had no flavor without Pipsy to help eat them. But he was angry at him yet. "He must come to me," he said, sternly, to the cricket he was eating.
The Husband grows Pipsy; and keeps the first Lying-in: Takes the Doctors advice. Is mocked by his Pot-Companions.
Nipsy stepped in first, but the water was up to his breast and it frightened him, so he stepped out again. "Pooh!" said Pipsy. "You're afraid, YOU are! Look at me!" Then he jumped in, and only his head stuck out. "This is twice as deep as you were in!" he cried, turning up his bill, and rolling his eyes. "You're sitting down, you are!" cried Nipsy, in scorn. "I'm not," said Pipsy. "You are.
It was very wet and slippery, but they held on with their toes, while C. Crab gave himself a heave and started. "Oh, my!" exclaimed Nipsy. "He's going backward!" "He actually is!" cried Pipsy. "At this rate we'll get there day before yesterday, wont we?" "Surely," said Nipsy. "How very horrid of him when we are so hungry! What a slow coach!"
It was quite a trouble at first, for Mamma Sandpiper had always helped them to bugs and worms, one apiece, turn about, so all was fair. But now Pipsy always wanted the best of everything, and Nipsy, being good tempered, had to eat what his brother left.
Peter Sandpiper to come help them out, and at night they chirped in their sleep and disturbed Mrs. Sandpiper dreadfully by kicking each other. At last she said she could stand it no longer; they must take care of themselves. So she cried "Pe-tweet, good-by," and then she flew away, leaving Pipsy and Nipsy alone by the sea to take care of themselves.
Its back was like a huge shell, and its eyes were dreadful. The little sandpipers looked at each other in terror. But a mild little voice from the creature relieved them. "I beg your pardon," said he. "Let me introduce myself. C. Crab, Esq., of Oyster Bay." "Oh, ah! Indeed!" said Pipsy. "Glad to know you, I'm sure." "I think I must have lost my way," said C. Crab, Esq.
Sandpiper had to fly off, to see what Pipsy Sandpiper was doing, and keep Nipsy Sandpiper from swallowing a June beetle twice too big for him. They were great trials. They were always eating the wrong kind of bugs, and having indigestion and headaches. They were forever getting their legs tangled up in long wet grass, and screaming for Mrs.
"Could you oblige me by telling me if you see any boys near?" "Any boys?" said Pipsy and Nipsy, looking at each other. "Never saw one in my life. What do they look like? Have they many legs? Are they fat? Are they good to eat?" asked both the hungry little sandpipers. "They are creatures," said the crab, with a groan, "creatures a thousand times larger than we are. They have strings.
The cricket said nothing, being half-way down his throat, and pretty soon Nipsy could stand his feelings no longer. Catching up the largest, smoothest, softest cricket, he ran down to the shore as fast as his legs could carry him. There, in the twilight, he saw a lonely figure standing on one leg. "Pipsy!" he cried. "Nipsy!" cried Pipsy. And they flew to each other.
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