But, you see, they preferred to do it in another way; at least, as far as the speaking went—in my experience, there is only one way of kissing.
"So you see, I shan't be able to fly away any more," she said, after she had related her story, "because the poor wind-flower crown is all boiled."
"Oh, well," he said, "I dare say you won't want it again, unless you get very tired of me."
And she said, "Don't be ridiculous!" but even that had nothing to do with the elixir.
And so they went home down the dark valley to the cottage.
The little mother smiled to see Eldrida.
"I knew you would come back," she said; "but my son was in a dreadful state—weren't you, son, son?"
And he only answered, "Mother, mother, I was. And I am very hungry; and I can see again!"
So there was great rejoicing in the cottage that night, and the little old woman's eyes grew bright with joy-tears.
But next day Eldrida and her love were married, and, from that time forth, they worked together, and went hand in hand up the tranquil valley or in among the storms on the hillcrests, and so lived happily ever after.