"I don't see how we can ever wear such caps as these," said Iona, laughing.
Rose-Petal smiled. "They will fit you when you put them on," she said. "Try it."
The children placed the little caps on the top of their heads and suddenly the strangest thing happened to Rose-Petal. She grew as big as they were, and Pierre and Iona were so occupied with that change that they did not notice that the new caps fitted them perfectly.
Rose-Petal with the vibrant waves of rose color playing over her wings and her gauzy gown, looked so tall and dignified and beautiful that Iona wondered how a minute ago she could have longed to take her up in her hand.
"I didn't know there were such large fairies," exclaimed Pierre.
Rose-Petal laughed gaily. "And I didn't know there were such small children," she answered, and at once there was nothing where she had been standing but a huge wild rose. Pierre and Iona grasped each other's hands. They were swinging on the bough of a bushy tree with giant roses all around them.
"How did we get up in this tree?" asked Iona.
"I suppose we climbed up," said Pierre, "but I don't remember it. Shall I help you down?" He took off his cap to put it in his pocket because he knew it was valuable to them in some way, and instantly he was standing beside the wild rose-bush, and there before him was a little creature no bigger than Rose-Petal standing on a twig and wearing an acorn cap.
He laughed and took the cap off his sister's head and at once she stood beside him on the ground, beside the rose-bush.