We waited awhile, when down through the tunnel floated an Euphorbia. We saw it plainly, and had ample time to examine it; but at the moment when it touched the earth it vanished. This flower Cravatu interpreted as being intended to say—
“Why do you persecute us?”
Up went a Heliotrope to tell them—
“My heart longs for you.”
And the answer came back in the shape of a Belladonna, indicating—
“We do not credit the honesty of your intentions.”
To this we replied by sending up a White Lily for the purpose of testifying to the purity of our affection, whereupon we received a Violet bidding us—
“Hope!”
Up again went a Daffodil, to ask them not to be so cruel as to let us pine away in hopeless misery, and we waited.
A consultation seemed to take place among the bees. A great number of small lights were seen to gather around a large blue light in the middle, and a melodious humming was heard. Directly a leaf of a Fern floated down, bringing the answer—