Peter doubted his senses, and stood thoughtfully before them, arms akimbo.
"What manner of prodigy is this?
why, one can see these weeds ten times a day.

What is there marvellous about them?
Devil's face must be mocking me!" But behold! the tiny flower-bud of the fern reddened and moved as though alive.

It was a marvel in truth.

It grew larger and larger, and glowed like a burning coal.

The tiny stars of light flashed up, something burst softly, and the flower opened before his eyes like a flame, lighting the others about it.
"Now is the time," thought Peter, and extended his hand.