I can't remember which.
But of course no maid, mortal or fairy, would ever consent to kiss a person so ugly--so dreadfully, fearfully, terribly ugly--as Shaggy's brother." "I'm not so sure of that," said Betsy, with admirable courage; "I'm a Mortal Maid, and if it is my kiss that will break this awful charm, I--I'll do it!" "Oh, you really couldn't," protested Ugly.

"I would be obliged to remove my mask, and when you saw my face, nothing could induce you to kiss me, generous as you are." "Well, as for that," said the little girl, "I needn't see your face at all.

Here's my plan: You stay in this dark passage, and we'll send away the nomes with their torches.

Then you'll take off the handkerchief, and I--I'll kiss you." "This is awfully kind of you, Betsy!" said Shaggy, gratefully.
"Well, it surely won't kill me," she replied; "and, if it makes you and your brother happy, I'm willing to take some chances." So Kaliko ordered the torch-bearers to leave the passage, which they did by going through the rock opening.

Queen Ann and her army also went out; but the others were so interested in Betsy's experiment that they remained grouped at the mouth of the passageway.