There were hundreds of white daisies, golden buttercups, bluebells and daffodils growing by the roadside, and each flower-head was firmly set upon its slender but stout stem.

There were even a few wild roses scattered here and there and perhaps it was the sight of these that gave the Princess courage to ask the important question.
She dropped to her knees, facing the flowers, and extended both her arms pleadingly toward them.
"Tell me, pretty cousins," she said in her sweet, gentle voice, "which way will lead us to the Kingdom of Ruggedo, the Nome King ?" At once all the stems bent gracefully to the right and the flower heads nodded once--twice--thrice in that direction.
"That's it!" cried Files joyfully.

"Now we know the way." Ozga rose to her feet and looked wonderingly at the field-flowers, which had now resumed their upright position.
"Was it the wind, do you think ?" she asked in a low whisper.
"No, indeed," replied Files.

"There is not a breath of wind stirring.
But these lovely blossoms are indeed your cousins and answered your question at once, as I knew they would.".