He arose, blinked, stretched his legs, and shook himself to keep his heart from getting too heavy. “The Sandpiper will come. The Sandpiper will come,” he said.
Then he looked down the beach, and away off in the distance he saw a little dark, moving object. Then he heard a low, sweet call: “Peet weet, peet weet.”
“That,” said Ready, with a joyful bark, “is the Sandpiper.” And it was.
“That,” said Ready, “is the Sandpiper”
CHAPTER IX
THE JOURNEY WITH THE SANDPIPER
The Sandpiper arrived in about one more minute. He made many apologies for being late.
“You see, my wife has a seamstress to-day,” he said. “They have been very busy making over the children’s summer suits, and I have had to do all the housework. The children play so much in the little pool that they wear out their clothes very quickly.”
Mr. Sandpiper was a very pleasant traveling companion, although it must be said that he had some queer habits. He would run along the beach very rapidly and then stop for a few minutes and teeter while talking to Ready. His voice was very sweet and low.