“Yes,” said Merrimeg.
“I like you too. Would you—do you think you could—kiss me?”
Merrimeg waded in to her and kissed her on the cheek. She gave a great sigh.
“Now you’ve made me warm all over. I wish you’d stay with me. I can show you things, lots of things. Wouldn’t you like to see them?”
“What kind of things?”
“Oh, all kinds. But you haven’t washed your face with May-dew yet, have you?”
“No.”
“Because that would spoil it. Give me your hand, and I’ll take you back there behind the waterfall.”
“Oh,” said Merrimeg. “I couldn’t—I—”
“Come along. Back of the waterfall I’ll show you lots of things. Hold my hand tight. That’s right. Here we go.”