"He must come to me," he said, sternly, to the cricket he was [eating].
"THERE, IN THE TWILIGHT, HE SAW A LONELY FIGURE STANDING ON ONE LEG."
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.
"Here's a glorious fat cricket for you."
"Forgive me, Nipsy," said his brother.
And then they were happy.