When the big rock swung into place, closing tight the opening, they were left in total darkness.
"Now, then," called Betsy in a cheerful voice, "have you got that handkerchief off your face, Ugly ?" "Yes," he replied.
"Well, where are you, then ?" she asked, reaching out her arms.
"Here," said he.
"You'll have to stoop down, you know." He found her hands and clasping them in his own stooped until his face was near to that of the little girl.

The others heard a clear, smacking kiss, and then Betsy exclaimed: "There! I've done it, and it didn't hurt a bit!" "Tell me, dear brother; is the charm broken ?" asked Shaggy.
"I do not know," was the reply.

"It may be, or it may not be.

I cannot tell." "Has anyone a match ?" inquired Betsy.
"I have several," said Shaggy.
"Then let Ruggedo strike one of them and look at your brother's face, while we all turn our backs.

Ruggedo made your brother ugly, so I guess he can stand the horror of looking at him, if the charm isn't broken." Agreeing to this, Ruggedo took the match and lighted it.