"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.