"Please wait--" cried Francis, " before you go, please do
show me how to get out to the other side of this forest," and so she
led him, bobbing up and down, dimming and brightening like a large will
o' wisp, across the gullies and rivers, to the other side. Then she flew
down towards him. Francis grew a bit afraid of her and stepped back for
his fur was already slightly singed from the heat. However, her kiss did
not hurt at all . It left a curious sun-shaped freckle on his cheek--an
indelible one, apparently, for weeks passed and it did not fade in the least.