hesitating way that was unusual with her:
'I have not conquered this Nome Country, nor do I expect to do so; but I would like to gather a few of these pretty jewels before I leave this place.'
'Help yourself, ma'am,' said King Kaliko, and at once the officers of the Army took advantage of his royal permission and began filling their pockets, while Ann tied a lot of diamonds in a big handkerchief.
This accomplished, they all entered the passage, the nomes going first to light the way with their torches. They had not proceeded far when Betsy exclaimed:
'Why, there are jewels here, too!'
All eyes were turned upon the ground and they found a regular trail of jewels strewn along the rock floor.
'This is queer!' said Kaliko, much surprised. 'I must send some of my nomes to gather up these gems and replace them in the Metal Forest, where they belong. I wonder how they came to be here?'
All the way along the passage they found this trail of jewels, but when they neared the end the mystery was explained. For there, squatted upon the floor with his back to the rock wall, sat old Ruggedo, puffing and blowing as if he was all tired out. Then they realized it was he who had scattered the jewels, from his many pockets, which one by one had burst with the weight of their contents as he had stumbled along the passage.
'But I don't mind,' said Ruggedo, with a deep sigh. 'I now realize that I could not have carried such a weighty load very far, even had I managed to escape from this passage with it. The woman who sewed the pockets on my robe used poor thread, for which I shall thank her.'
'Have you any jewels left?' inquired Betsy.
He glanced into some of the remaining pockets.
'A few,' said he, 'but they will be sufficient to supply my wants, and I no longer have any desire to be rich. If some of you will kindly help me to rise, I'll get out of here and leave you, for I know you all despise me and prefer my room to my company.'
Shaggy and Kaliko raised the old King to his feet, when he was confronted by Shaggy's brother, whom he now noticed for the first time. The queer and unexpected appearance of the Ugly One so startled Ruggedo that he gave a wild cry and began to tremble, as if he had seen a ghost.
'Wh — wh — who is this?' he faltered.
'I am that helpless prisoner whom your cruel magic transformed from a handsome man into an ugly one!' answered Shaggy's brother, in a voice of stern reproach.
'Really, Ruggedo,' said Betsy, 'you ought to be ashamed of that mean trick.'
'I am, my dear,' admitted Ruggedo, who was now as meek and humble as formerly he had been cruel and vindictive.
'Then,' returned the girl, 'you'd better do some more magic and give the poor man his own face again.'
'I wish I could,' answered the old King; 'but you must remember that Tititi-Hoochoo has deprived me of all my magic powers. However, I never took the trouble to learn just how to break the charm I cast over Shaggy's brother, for I intended he should always remain ugly.'
'Every charm,' remarked pretty Polychrome, 'has its antidote; and, if you knew this charm of ugliness, Ruggedo, you must have known how to dispel it.'
He shook his head.
'If I did, I — I've forgotten,' he stammered regretfully.
'Try to think!' pleaded Shaggy, anxiously. 'Please try to think!'
Ruggedo ruffled his hair with both hands, sighed, slapped his chest, rubbed his ear, and stared stupidly around the group.
'I've a faint recollection that there was one thing that would break the charm,' said he; 'but misfortune has so addled my brain that I can't remember what it was.'
'See here, Ruggedo,' said Betsy, sharply, 'we've treated you pretty well, so far, but we won't stand for any nonsense, and if you know what's good for yourself you'll think of that charm!'
'Why?' he demanded, turning to look wonderingly at the little girl.
'Because it means so much to Shaggy's brother. He's dreadfully ashamed of himself, the way he is now, and you're to blame for it. Fact is, Ruggedo, you've done so much wickedness in your life that it won't hurt you to do a kind act now.'
Ruggedo blinked at her, and sighed again, and then tried very hard to think.
'I seem to remember, dimly,' said he, 'that a certain kind of a kiss will break the charm of ugliness.'
'What kind of a kiss?'
'What kind? Why, it was — it was — it was either the kiss of a Mortal Maid; or — or — the kiss of a Mortal Maid who had once been a Fairy; or — or the kiss of one who is still a Fairy. 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. 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. He gave one look and then blew out the match.
'Ugly as ever!' he said with a shudder. 'So it wasn't the kiss of a Mortal Maid, after all.'
'Let me try,' proposed the Rose Princess, in her sweet voice. 'I am a Mortal Maid who was once a Fairy. Perhaps my kiss will break the charm.'
Files did not wholly approve of this, but he was too generous to interfere. So the Rose Princess felt her way through the darkness to Shaggy's brother and kissed him.
Ruggedo struck another match, while they all turned away.
'No,' announced the former King; 'that didn't break the charm, either. It must be the kiss of a Fairy that is required — or else my memory has failed me altogether.'
'Polly,' said Betsy, pleadingly, 'won't you try?'
